This week was pretty normal, which, if I think about it, is actually pretty unusual. I've come to be less surprised when I'm stopped by a drunk man on the road who wants to talk to us for an hour about whatever's on his intoxicated mind, or when I almost run over a dog or get run over myself by something with 6 wheels and a horn, or when I lie awake all night listening to a drums and trumpets right outside my door from some kind of Hindu ritual, or any such experiences that would've scared me half to death 6 months ago. It's fun to think that crazy and exciting has become my normal, and what used to be a normal week for me rarely happens anymore. In other words, I love it here in India, and I'm so grateful that I get to serve these people here. :)
And more pictures, still from Hyderabad though. I'll get some of Bangalore soon.
Until next time everyone. :)
A quick note from Jen (mom):
He just told us that the Convent Road branch, where he is serving, is the hearing impaired branch and he is learning sign language!
|The thugs at Thugs Of Grill.|
|Outside our door on Diwali. This was our neighbor's doing, and hopefully if someone teaches me ours will look like this next year too.|
|Our holiday feast (with french toast courtesy of Elder Clouds)|
|*sniff* They were almost too beautiful to eat.|
|Monkeys right outside our first apartment in Hyderabad. They would come out of that old warehouse to watch the sunrise every morning.|
|From left to right- Elder Surya, Elder Larson, Elder Bandi, Elder Aldridge, Elder Pilli, and Yours Truly.|
Sharah, Madhu's mother, at her baptism.