so, i've been in india a little over 3 weeks. i've prayed for people, taught, sang, evangelized, relaxed on the beach, have had little stomach problems, seen crazy things. it's been good. i love it all, but the other night we travelled about 2 hours away on a bus and we barely caught the last bus of the night back into town. we jumped on, fought our way through, and after standing in the parked bus for 15 minutes, i realized i was the only girl. in my race to find a place, i failed to move to the front of the bus where the women sit and i was standing in a sea of dark, mustache filled faces. i had a small moment of panic - constantly checking my bag, making sure my scarf was covering everything it was suppose to, and praying like crazy. it was in that moment that i had the slightest bit of culture stress: the smells, so many people, so many languages, so little room, so little air. but i'm still alive.
yesterday was our day off (unofficially named "western day"), so the boys rested while the girls fought our way through crowds, buying saris and jewelry. we ended the night with dinner (complete with appetizers, main meal, dessert, and black coffee) at sparky's - an american diner owned by ywam. i am not one to get all patriotic, but when i saw a bumper sticker that said "go jayhawks!" my heart warmed a little. the black coffee helped as well.
today we had a prayer walk at a fisherman's village. the whole village was destroyed by the tsunami and is now being rebuilt. it was great - prayed for people, handed out tracts, shared the gospel.
less than two weeks left here in chennai and then it's 50some hours of travel up north to end the outreach. woohoo! i don't have pictures up now, but you can check out our team blog.
