Finally in India

Hey peoples,
    I know it's been forever since I last posted, but we've been quite busy with packing and such thinks like that.
     The last few weeks has consisted of packing, waiting for a visa, getting a visa, getting plane tickets, and finally, leaving for India. The plane ride weren't too bad. We had three of them. The longest being about 14 hours, and the shortest being about an hour and a half. Our total travel time, including layovers, was about 55 hours. Part of that is we had a 24 hour layover in Dubai.    
     We got to our apartment,and we had no food. So, we went on an adventure last night. As we were exiting the front gate of the apartment complex, we discovered that the name of our apartment complex has the words "welfare housing" in it. Are we living in the projects?
     Anyway, in order to get to any kind of store, we had to cross two streets. Now, crossing the street in India is like trying to get across a stampede of bison. Basically, it's ridiculous. So, after crossing the first street, we discovered that we were going to have to hop over some barriers to get to where we could cross the other street. After crossing the second street, we searched for the store, found it, and got what we needed.
     After shopping, we decided to find something to eat. By this time, it was about 8:30 in the evening. Our first night in India, we ate Chinese food because it was the only thing we could find.

Well, I'll be back in the U.S. before anyone realizes it.
Birdie.

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Greetings my peeps!

         Life here is probably pretty close to amazing. I get up, eat breakfast, go to school, go home, hang out 'til supper, then I usually go play volleyball for a while.

        There’s only one other person really close to my age. She’s 13 and pretty awesome. The other people I hang out with are all out of college and also going over to be missionaries.

      I live in a kind of a house but it has like 5 apartments in it. It’s kind of like sharing a house with 6 other people (not including my parents). It’s really fun though. Sometime this week I think we’re going to have a Napoleon Dynamite party. It should be pretty awesome. Some of the people are gonna make spam sushi, and (if I can get some cookie dough between now and then) I’m gonna make cookies.

     The place we’re staying is out in the country, and it is GORGEOUS out here.  When I go outside at night, I can see so many stars compared to my house back there in Lafayette. The only sad thing is that there’s no TV, so we couldn’t even watch the Olympics. At one point, some people hooked their computer up to a projector and we watch part of it off YouTube, but you can kinda guess how that went.

     There’s a band that plays on Sunday nights and I played with them two Sundays ago. We did pretty well, considering the singers (I most definitely was NOT one of them) were singing in Spanish. I was just a guitar player.

       Every Sunday night we have what’s called Cross Cultural Worship. That basically means that they select a region (South East Asia, for example) and if the language isn’t too hard to speak, all the preaching, testimonies, and the music is in that language. It’s really cool.