India week two

So India, we are now in Shillong in the North East states. So far much easier than Delhi expect for the staring, they don't see many white folk in these parts especially with blue eyes. We are staying at a guest house run by a really nice family whose cooking is amazing! Seriously. We also found out that there is a team from YWAM Madison here in the city doing an outreach, I hope we can find the other white people soon.
It is hard to describe the scene, a good word for it is chaos. So many sounds. Horns honking all the time which makes me feel like I am always about to get hit. We eat rice at every meal which I am getting more use to. This region has a lot of Chinese influence so that means less curry which I like.
Each morning we go up on our roof and have our quiet times because it is the warmest place. This morning a bird pooped on me. Ha. But as much many things here are hard and different I haven't seen a cockroach which I am ever thankful for. I hate them more than almost anything and they make me gag- ha kind of like chai. Why did I pick India?
One last thing is that I am in an internet cafe and they keep playing a song by Joshua Radin called "everything is gonna be alright." Thank you Jesus.

Frist week in India

As soon as we got off the plane it was the smell. I am still not all sure what it is but it was familiar. I think the smell of polutions, burning trash and cow dung. It was strangly comforting. Well we have been here for almost a week and man it is cold! No heat in any buildings so when it gets down to 30 at night it is cold! The houses are made of concrete so you can imagine putting your feet on that floor. But we have warm sleeping bags and Samuel of course has crafted this amazing caccon of all our blankets. Most days I wear two pairs of socks, two pairs of pants, 4 shirts, a scarf, and possible a hat and gloves in the evening.
So a walk around our village you will see woman dressed in beauitful saris mixing dry cow dung with water to past them into a paste they can mold and then they dry them for cooking fuel. Which by the way is totally toxic to them. So bazarre, I say that a lot.
There is so much brokenness here it really is hard to explain. One thing that pains me is that just one street over there is a temple to the god of wealth. It is a beautiful building with beautiful landscaping and next door is a family living in makeshift "tents." They probably give every bit they have to the temple hoping for wealth and it will never come. Sometimes I feel like screaming.
Wednesday we will fly to Shillong another city where I have heard might be colder, oh boy! Well I better get back to washing my underwear in a bucket, I am super domestic.
I will try to write more next time but my fingers are freezing!