Memories of weeks past ;)
Memories of weeks past. (Warning: SUPER LONG POST)Starting with when the RL team came to India. We ordered pizza from Dominoes down the road and some other stuff. There were like 20-25 people in the house, so it was kinda noisy. Randolff [sp?] passed me all the notes, cards & gifts you all gave me.
THANK YOU!!! IT WAS SO NICE TO HEAR FROM YOU!!! EXPECT THINGS COMING FROM INDIA 2 YOU!!! :D
Then was the sports camp. Gosh, was it tiring. Woke up 6+ in the morning, went off to the OM base, and did worship.
This is the kids status during worship.
First day: okay. Second day: GOOD. Third day: even better! Fourth day: kinda distracted. Fifth day: REALLY REALLY GOOD! Sixth day: EAR BURSTING LOUD!!! they are so responive.
Now, my status.
First day: Nervous, okay. Second day: Good! Third day: Encouraged by the kids enthusiasm. So did very well! Fourth day: Slowing down. Fifth day: Slowing down even more. Sixth day: Smack myself, jump around and everything to get more enthu. So, did good.
Haha, first day they gave us the flower wreath! Heavier than expected. Like, just flowers, but lots and LOTS of flowers.
The sports camp, all in all. Was really good!!! Go RL team!!!
Went to an "Indian Amusment Park"! Soooo interesting! Rode a camel, watched a puppet show, a magic show & had some awsome food.
The dining experience in itself was amazing to start with. We got there, sat down on cushions on the floor, infront of a little wooden table. On it was a plate: a plate made of leaves, sewn together, that looked like a typical, everyday plate. There were 3 little tin-foil cuppy things, with chutney, and some little Indian chip-things on the side. The Indian chip-things were salty-ish, nice. They started by giving out some sugary looking thing, almost like gula malacca [sp?]. And these little chapati [sp?] looking things, then the waiters (which were dressed in local Indian outfits) put curries in the tin-foil cuppy things. Then they served...actual chapadi [sp?], and gave a little fried piece of bread. It looked like a donut hole, except, it wasn't sweet, and there wasn't much flavour.
When my dad asked the waiter what to do with it, he signalled to dip it in one of the curries. Which I'm guess wasn't an actual curry CURRY. Only looked like it. Then he asked the waiter what to do the brown sugar/gula malacca looking thing. He signalled to the spoon and said something like, "Just eat plain sir. Just eat plain." My dads eyes got big (he can't take sugar) and said thank you. When the waiter walked away I tasted the brown sugar/gula malacca looking thing; it was like eating sugar! I scrunched up my nose and told my dad just to taste it, or he might half-die eating a while spoonful of it.
Another highlight: I didn't know that the chutney was an Indian pickled thing. Kinda like acha, only a million catrillion times saltier. So me, being the food-adventure-girl put a big piece in my chapati (just forget the spelling okay?) and put it into my mouth. My mouth.....was.....exploding. So salty!!!! I'll never eat chutney again!!!!! Dad laughed at me later when I'd told him I'd taken a HUGE piece of it. -.-"
Then just yesterday, we went to a wedding celebration ceremony. Mind you, we were going to the brides house. We just figured we'd wear out punjabi suits, and dress all nice...kinda a mistake. We got there, and the girls from the worship team (the worship team was invited) were all just wearing jeans and shirts, or simple punjabi suits. I felt real stupid, wearing my bright red and green suit, with all the sequins and embroidery. 'Shoot', I thought. 'I could've worn my jeans instead of this silly getup.'
Soon after hanging out there for a while. They started taking tumeric paste, and putting on all the ladies neck and feet. (My feet are still a bit yellow now) Then me & Reagan (who were inside the house) heard some screaming and yelling from outside. We looked at each other and figured the worship team people were playing around with the tumeric paste or something. Then the sister who invited us asked us to come outside to play with everyone else. Explaining she was talking all the kids outside to play. We came outside....and there was water flying, screaming, and obvious yellowish-orange stains on the whiter shirts the boys were wearing. Three words: TUMERIC WATER FIGHT!!! Me, Reagan & Zoe (who'd been staring for a while already) just stood and stared. We were obviously invisible to the tumeric water warriors chasing each other and tossing buckets of yellow water on each other. We didn't dare go close in case mom later killed us for getting our clothes yellow stained or anything. Mom, and all the ladies, came out though, and we were allowed to play. Only with plain water, but still. As a welcome to our joining, we got a full bucket of clear, cold water poured on us. After that we just got splashed slightly. So it was okay.
We all stopped to watch the actual ceremony. The bride-to-be, sat on a low, low, low stool, holding her knees. Then the family members and pastors (one by one) poured rice on her head, shoulders, knees and feet. They also smeared tumeric paste on he face and arms. It was a real interesting day.
Photos on FaceBook!!! Titled: Incredible India.
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