Wednesday, 4 July 2012

Independence Day



Of course I haven't grown up yet. Why would I?! I'm only twenty. Tonight we were able to have an "American" dinner. Well... as American as you can get in India. Some of the kids were able to come over and join us and it was so fun with them. Their eyes were so big to all the food and the homemade American decorations. Dinner was good but the real fun started after, when the ice cream came out. We had gotten the mini ice cream cups strawberry and vanilla. Joseph came up to me and pretended to smear it all in my face. I told him if he did that I would get him back and it would be everywhere. He looked at me for a minute and then smashed the ice cream cup and all in my face and ran. I couldn't let him get away with that, i'm Amy Anderson after all, so I grabbed a cup and chased him down. Soon the ice cream was every where and we were both covered in a strawberry/vanilla sticky mess. The difference between ice cream fights in Utah and ice cream fights in India is that in India the ice cream melts and then turns into a glue on you because its so hot and then you start sweating and then it turns into a bigger mess. By the end we were disgusting from head to toe but it was worth every second of it.
The kids then had to go back to the school and have their study time and the coordinators had to clean up the mess. Once we picked up everything that we could we got buckets out and had to scrub down the ice cream, well as you can imagine it turned into a water fight. Least all the ice cream was gone, I would rather be wet then sticky.
I missed family time because of the sticky and wet mess I had become, Carl came back and had a special delivery for me.  I started to unwrap it and a necklace fell out, I picked it up and just stared at it, it was from Michael. I couldn't believe it. It was a nice necklace with pearls on it. Later I found out he had saved everything he had and had gotten it for his sister but when he found out I was coming back to India he saved it for me. It still boggles my mind how people here can be so giving, they have nothing, honestly they have nothing but they will give you anything to make sure you are happy and you are okay. Michael is my best friend here, yes he is only ten but he is teaching me lessons and changing my life one day at a time..

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