Indian children are probably the cutest things God decided to put on this earth. I walked into the primary school Tori and I will be working at 3 days a week and pretty much melted into a puddle of mush..well thats what my heart did anyways. The school is technically a house the church is renting out, there are people living in the three other rooms on the floor. There are about 40 kids that attend ranging from 3 to 11. Tori and I are mostly working with the older kids in the class with their english and math. It is sooo hard to communicate. Yesturday we went in and spent a good 45 minutes being frustrated with the kids as we sat on the floor and tried to tell them something and they tried to tell us something and all of us trying to make each other understand when we only know 2 phrases in hindi and they only know 2 in english. As soon as we got back to our rooms we spent hours researching and learning and memorize all of the Hindi phrases and words we could find on the internet. HINDI IS SO DIFFICULT. Thankfully our work paid off because today was sooo much better. Today we helped them with their spelling and homework, while the only teacher, Ashan, took the really little kids in another room so she could focus on teaching them their abc's. School ends at 1 and parents were probably confused when they found their kids playing duck duck goose with two american girls... :) We won't be back at that school until Friday. The next two days we are going to be at a different school.

One of the pastor's kids called Vikee picked us up today...craziest driver ever. He needs to come to america and be in one of the fast and furious movies. When we got home I flew out of the car and yelled "Oh my gosh I'm alive!" I would have kissed the ground but ew no.

The kids from the orphanage are still staying with us...they are getting to feel what its like to have a home, with a mom and dad...I wonder how it will affect them when they have to go back.

We are slowly being introduced to Indian food.. so far so good!

Its the afternoon here, which has become nap time for us. Everyone is at work by the time we come home from the school, so we have this little time to ourselves. Later, much later, we will have dinner. Its common here to eat around 10 at night. Even the markets are all booming well after 11...its strange to my old american granny 10 o'clock bedtime :)

We found out that the little brown man is actually a security gaurd that goes around the general area. He whistles and bangs his sticks to let potential theives and murderers know that he is present..or something like that. I'm pretty sure the entire town knows he's present, especially at 3 o'clock in the morning.

Jai mashi ki (sounds like jay-ma-siki) means Praise God, and all the hindi-christians say it all the time. So, jai mashi ki! :)
Kate