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...