Home

Today we finished touring Dehli. We visited Ghandi's Memorial and the Lotus Temple. I even pedaled a rickshaw through the busy streets of Dehli and explored rooftops like I was Aladdin. 

We met Praveen, his wife Monica, and their two awesome kids, Melissa and Maxwell. Monica taught us how to make aloo curry and puri. Indian food is good in restaurants, but it's so much better homemade. We spent our last few hours at the street market-- it's cool to see the change in us. We've mastered bargaining and we're so much more comfortable here than we were a month ago.

They say we're heading home tonight. Two long haul flights: the first from Dehli to Paris, the second from Paris to Salt Lake City. The thing is, I feel like I'm leaving home, not returning home. It's strange to think I could fall so madly in love with a place, a culture, and its people in such a short time. But I have. I have a new family and new friends. And even though it has only been three days since we left RSO, it feels like a lifetime ago.

I'm worried I'll forget their faces and their stories. I'm worried I'll forget the sounds of the kids calling for me on the playground and the sounds of my friends and I as we laughed and worked with the colonies. I'm worried I won't remember the feelings of the spirit and the love that was rendered to me so freely. I'm afraid I'll return to the states and forget the things I've learned and that I won't change from this experience. And leaving India makes it difficult to maintain composure of my tear ducts. 

So excited for western toilets and running water in Paris!

Yay for clean bathrooms! #jumpingbathroomselfie

We made it to SLC!