The day has been long, fun and rewarding.

It was our last day with the two schools we were teaching at and a cultural celebration for all. After a breakfast of (surprise surprise) Indian food we loaded up on the rickshaws and headed to Saint Peters. There is a term called lost in translation; while we thought the day was going to entail a cultural performance from both us and them, it was not the case. Mrs. Robinson was put on the spot to fill the time.  With a go with the flow attitude, we preformed the song This Land and danced to Cotton Eye Joe. We then gathered back into conversation groups shared shack, and exchanged contact information with our new friends. It had been a privilege getting to know and learn from them.

We rickshaw-ed away and to the other school were we were treated to a beautiful and incredible performance of traditional dances from Karala. The entire performance was student directed, with the English teacher telling us how he wants his students to think critically and work together. The product was a highlight of the trip.

Visiting the two schools and getting to know the students was eye openings. Though we come from different sides of the earth, we really aren't different after all.

We then enjoyed lunch and the girls began getting ready for the wedding we will attend tomorrow. With the girls all fitted with sarees, we began then long process of getting henna on our hands and feat. When we weren't being pampered, we spent our time outside, playing with the local children. When we had to go, they watched us from the windows.

It has been a wonderful day and we are all excited for the wedding tomorrow and the rest of our I time in India. We hope Portland is enjoying its cold weather, but that the snow holds off until we return.... Please let there be snow days then.

Xoxo

Maddy H