Well It has been about six months since we came back from India. This time last year I was taking my last final in 100 degree weather in Davis and packing everything into storage. Andrew and I still laugh about our huge argument about trying to shove the bicycle in storage propped up against the wall on one wheel. We we obviously both really stressed out. Going to India was the chance of a lifetime, and I never regret doing it. It was hard at times, sure, but the good times are the ones that I really remember. Sometimes I still wake up to nightmares about the begging children, getting our bag stolen, the bomb scares, the stares faces of men on the metro, or some of the other unpleasant experiences. But when I wake up I try think about all of the great things: learning Hindi, skipping classes at Delhi University, getting Beef Kabobs in Chandni Chowk, Delhi, boatride in Varanasi, elephant ride at Amber fort, dressing up in a bright purple sari and going to the Taj M...
Well, obviously we have been home for a while now, we got home on December 5th. We left in such a hurry, that I didn't have time to finish up the last of our adventures in India. Don't worry I didn't forget! School here at Davis takes a lot more time up than I remembered. In India I didn't have to go to class so I didn't mind writing, now I have to write all the time; my brain is tired! Way back in August, if you can remember that far back, we went to Varanasi. It's a town on the Ganges that is considered holy because it is where the Buddha gave his first sermon at Deer Park and it's where the Holist Rivers in India converge into the biggest Ganges that empties into the Bay of Bengal. Anyways while we were there we went to a very touristy (but fun) place for dinner, where they had a guy playing the sitar accompanied by a man playing tabla. A sitar is a wooden instrument about 4 feet tall, with about 16 strings. One sits while playing it, and strums it, kind...