Sarajane kahan hai?

Where is Sarajane? Sarajane India hai. I am in India. I arrived late on the eighth in Dheli to a hot, sticky airport full of bustling pushy people. I have to admit that I was not my bravest at that point. After being dropped of at the YWCA, the place I was stayed until the eleventh I wrote a few quick e-mails telling people I was here then when and hid in my room. I have to say, and I do not say it proudly that I pretty much stayed there for two days straight. I only truly ventured out after I met up with Mr. Kutty the program director and Neeha the women who is supervising the group. It turns out that there is only one other person in the Gap Semester, Varun. He is from Virgina and lives in a Indian family but does not know much about the culture or language. He is twenty and is taking a semester off from collage to do this program.

We arrived at the school two days ago, on the eleventh and have been very busy since. Every morning we wake up and go for a run/walk in the hills then come back, wash up, and head to breakfast. After breakfast we do assorted things and then in the afternoon go to our Hindi language classes. We have only had one class but as you can see above, I have already learned a little. The classes are long and slightly confusing but I am hoping that I adjust well to them.

I am enjoying the school, Neeha, and Varun very much and am sure that by the end of the five months I'm here I simply won't want to leave but, I suppose only time can tell.

Until next time...