India: Crystal's Posts
Today is our last day at the ashram and a crowd of Indian men has gathered to watch me type this. Two days ago I re-dislocated the bones in my foot, and now, every time I move, the men follow me and want to help. Last night, I jumped because there was a spider on my foot, and they all ran to me and were like, "What's wrong? Spider, mam?" Guess what? Now they're all around me, watching me type, but at least it's mostly the younger boys. Yeesh. Now Mom's got the camera. This is one for the scrapbook. I just found Ben Harper on the computer; they really like it. I'm REALLY surrounded now. And I'm surrounded by too many flies!
This whole trip has been a trip, and I'm not kidding. There are so many different situations that Crestone, and America in general, doesn't provide for us. I have the feeling that everything we have encountered here is unlike anything many people in America will ever see. How fortunate I am to be so surrounded by interested people.
Crystal
Dear Everyone at Home (and elsewhere),
It feels like it has been forever since I was home, and yet it also feels like I'm going to go home all too quickly. Then again.... I'm writing this while watching India go by through the window of the train. A herd of cows grazes on semi- brown grass while a leper holds her rotting hands out to some touristy looking white person on the street. Fields of hemp are interspersed with crazy city-scapes and fields of wheat. A cockroach is probably crawling on one of the sleeping people on the train, but it's not as bad as it sounds. Even with the colossal piles of trash, there are still beautiful temples and amazing trees underneath. The people, when not staring because you're so exotic, are friendly; they smile, wave, and laugh as often as we in Crestone do. The crowds have caused great tension in the group; there are few arguments that don't end in laughs. All in all, this is what I knew it would be: a Charter School Trip. Parents, don't forget that we choose this path. We learn this way, that is why we are here.
Crystal
This whole trip has been a trip, and I'm not kidding. There are so many different situations that Crestone, and America in general, doesn't provide for us. I have the feeling that everything we have encountered here is unlike anything many people in America will ever see. How fortunate I am to be so surrounded by interested people.
Crystal
Dear Everyone at Home (and elsewhere),
It feels like it has been forever since I was home, and yet it also feels like I'm going to go home all too quickly. Then again.... I'm writing this while watching India go by through the window of the train. A herd of cows grazes on semi- brown grass while a leper holds her rotting hands out to some touristy looking white person on the street. Fields of hemp are interspersed with crazy city-scapes and fields of wheat. A cockroach is probably crawling on one of the sleeping people on the train, but it's not as bad as it sounds. Even with the colossal piles of trash, there are still beautiful temples and amazing trees underneath. The people, when not staring because you're so exotic, are friendly; they smile, wave, and laugh as often as we in Crestone do. The crowds have caused great tension in the group; there are few arguments that don't end in laughs. All in all, this is what I knew it would be: a Charter School Trip. Parents, don't forget that we choose this path. We learn this way, that is why we are here.
Crystal
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