Letter to My Family and Andrew

India. It’s beautiful and chaotic here. It’s warm and hot and sticky and thick and there are people everywhere and rickshaws that careen through the streets and almost crash and run over people but somehow always make it just in time. There are beautiful trees that spread over the streetways, some with beautiful red and yellow and pink flowers and beautiful bark that looks like an organic spiraling statue and sometimes interlocks with the stone walls.

This morning we played soccer in a parking lot with five little boys - - I scored a goal! But they won – we’ve determined to have early morning practices until we can win a game against them. Wish us luck!

We went shopping later and I got comfy high heeled shoes that are supposedly good for walking around during monsoons – so that your feet don’t walk through puddles!

Now we’re all relaxing in the apartment (which is near an ashram and there are holy cows across the way! We tried to feed them, which is supposed to be good luck – they’re beautiful, and in the afternoons they roam around the neighborhood we live in).

We booked flights to New Delhi for a weekend in the middle of June, which means I’m going to get to see the Taj Mahal!!