Preparing For The Next Chapter Of Our Journey...

As I sit in our hotel room for our last night in Kolkata, time seems quite surreal.  We have been here for almost five weeks.  In some ways, it feels like we've been here much longer and in the next thought, it feels like it was only a few days ago we landed in this country so foreign to us!

The past few days have been very full.  On Monday, Rachel had a small team  visit the outreaches of Tabitha's Heart.  Rebekah and I joined them for part of the day.  The team came from Boise, Idaho and Medford, Oregon.  They are connected with a state-side not for profit which raises funds to support various NGOs (non government organizations) who support children in India.  It would be wonderful if Tabitha's becomes one of the supported organizations!

We started the day at the local youth centers, Charisma House 1 and 2.  Ryan, from Oregon, had many questions for us concerning our time here.  He works part time putting together short term mission/service teams and as a children/youth director at his church.  He was 12 years old when he went on his first mission trip and he really connected with Rebekah!

Then we went on to the newest center located a few miles away, Topsia.  We hadn't visited that center before.  It was a great space with room for growth.  Not many children were in attendance that day.  This could be partially because the day before was a holiday, India's Republic Day, and the work is so new that Rachel and the team are still building relationships and trust within the community so the families feel safe to have their children participate in the programming.  That location only serves nursery/preschool age children at this time.  So it was decorated with their bright colored drawings.

Off to the boys' and girls' home we went.  We also had not visited the boys' home (Randy had).  Boys will be boys--they are definitely rougher on the home and their belongings than the girls are!  Twenty one boys (from early teens to twenties) live in the home.  Some boys are still in school and the others have classes in the home.  This home serves the needs of recovering addicts (ranging from sniffing glue to heroine).  The guys were very friendly and were not camera shy whatsoever!

And finally we were at the girls home (Rebekah and I had visited by ourselves the day before).  We spent the rest of the afternoon there while Rachel took the team to their next destination (another NGO).  Both days we visited the girls, Rebekah had so much fun playing with them!  We were surprised because Shagufta, our sponsor child, wasn't home.  We found out that she had been spending time caring for her mom (in the government hospital) who had an operation.  Fortunately, we were able to get her a message to come to the home on Monday so we could say goodbye.

We had an interesting experience that afternoon.  While the children were playing outside, a large group of teen girls (very well dressed) walked by.  At first they didn't notice Rebekah and me.  I could tell they were "looking down" on our girls and whispering about them.  I found myself very protective of the girls we've grown to love.  Then, the group walking by saw Rebekah and me.  They asked if they could take pictures with us.  I felt quite conflicted since I'd just witnessed their discriminatory spirit toward our group.  But, we consented to the pictures (what else could we do?).  They asked us where we were from and we told them.  All of a sudden they squeeled and giggled and said, "Oh, Justin Beiber!"  They asked if we knew him.  It took Rebekah and me great restraint not to bust out laughing.  "No, we don't know him but we know he is from Canada," we replied.  Rebekah has not been interested in any of the "teensensations" thus far and thought it was quite silly that these girls were so giddy and thought we might know Justin Beiber.

A little while later, we had to bid our goodbyes to the girls and the young boys.  It was difficult to think we won't have the regular contact we've become accustomed to.  I am not certain if or when we will return.  We may never see these precious children, again.  This will take a while to process (but I sense that won't happen until we actually transition at home).

On Tuesday, we went to the Victoria Memorial Gardens.  This is in the older part of the city where the British first came.  Walking through the gardens was very peaceful.  The flowers were in full bloom.  The lawns were kept up nicely lending to many areas to sit and relax.  We saw a tent set up for a wedding.  The memorial (building) was breathtaking.  We were allowed to take pictures outdoors but not in the building.  The architecture was grand and held many intricate details.  Inside the ceilings were reminiscent of cathedrals, including some stained glass windows).  We saw an art exhibit with portraits depicting the local area many years ago.  There were pictures depicting the journey of creating the memorial and much more.

Since we'd discovered that Shagufta was staying in the hospital with her mom (located on our side of the city), we have had unexpected additional time with her.  What a blessing!  We took Shagufta and Rubina (a staff member) out for an early dinner last night.  It was fun to "spoil" them a bit.

Due to family circumstances, Shagufta hadn't been able to buy groceries for a while.  So,we trekked to Spencers last night and filled the cart with some basic food items.  Unfortunately, there is a rule that you cannot take pictures or video in the store.  I wish we could have.  It was so amazing to watch the two girls walk hand in hand up and down the aisles, giggling, and filling the cart.  Shagufta couldn't believe everything we sent home with her.

Sharing about Shagufta may be a bit confusing.  She usually lives out at the girls' home due to very difficult circumstances at home.  She is offered a safer and more vibrant life in the girls' home.  However, due to her mother's illness she has spent the past week mostly at the hospital but some time in her small home.

I will also clarify about how the government hospital system works here.  This evening we visited Shagufta's mom.  She had warned us about the conditions, but no words could describe what we witnessed.  Unfortunately, the lighting was not conducive to pictures.  We walked into the hospital and it was filthy.  We climbed several flights of stairs to get to her mom's room.  On the way,  there were smaller rooms housing supplies (that's a loose term) and possibly some offices.  Again, everything was dirty.  I can't imagine how anyone gets well in such unsanitary conditions.  Upon arrival to see Shagufta's mom, we entered a large room housing approximately 20 women (there are seperate rooms for men and women).  The beds were meager cots with a sheet and blanket.  Shagufta warned us that her mom's bed has bed bugs.

Shagufta's uncle and cousin were also visiting.  They had requested to meet Shagufta's sponsors to thank us for our generosity.  It was very humbling to take in the surroundings and their gratitude.  The hospital does very minimal care.  Doctors prescribe medications, but family members are responsible to go to the pharmacy to pick up the meds. and administer them.  Also, the food is not always safe.  Therefore, family members have the burden of bringing food and water, as well.  Shagufta has been caring for her mother for almost two weeks, hardly sleeping on a hard chair by her mother's bed, and eating very little.  My heart has broken for this young girl who carries such immense burdens and responsibilities.  I know we can't fix everything, but I am thankful we could help meet some basic needs and alleviate some immediate burdens.

Today we also were invited to Rubina's home (staff from youth center).  It was an honor to have built a close enough relationship with her to be invited to visit her home.  Rubina has eight siblings.  She is second oldest.  All the children still live at home.  Her family lives on the first floor of the building.  They share the space with her uncle's family.  Rubina took us into what we thought was a fairly large room for this area.  After visiting for a little while, we came to realize that the majority of her family also sleeps in this room.  Suddenly the room seemed much smaller.  They do have electricity, a nice refrigerator, and tv.  The hallway houses the electric range tops for cooking.  They do not have an oven.  Her uncle's family lives another room and there is a common room they share (some of her siblings sleep there).  We met her brother (next in line down from her).  His english was excellent and he engaged us in conversation.  A highlight for Rebekah was when Rubina showed her the hand-cranked sewing machine.  Neither of us had seen one cranked by hand.  Rubina is an accomplished seamstress and showed us one of her newest projects.  She had Rebekah sew on the machine.  Apparently they do have an electric machine but it is broken so she is grateful for to have the antique machine so she can keep sewing.

We are winding down tonight.  We have packed most of our belongings and will finish in the morning.  Our plans tomorrow include going to the center to say goodbye to staff and make sure we eat a solid meal before we leave for the airport.

I'm uncetain if I will have access to wi-fi while we are in Germany.  I will try to post another blog entry, otherwise I will definitely do so upon returning home.

Until next time...

Finally On The Mend--A Day Taking In The Sights!

It has been a full week (plus) since Rebekah and I began feeling ill.  It was a long recovery but we think we are turning a corner and finally feeling well enough to do something!  We are grateful for our continued recovery.  Life felt a lot like the old Bill Murray movie, "Groundhog Day!"  Each day we woke up (much later than we are accustomed), slowly put some sort of breakfast together in our room, and take a short walk just to get outdoors.  We'd come back "home" and rest for a few hours.  Then we'd muster up a bit of energy to go out for dinner, back to the hotel, and back to bed.  That's basically how the past week has gone!

As I reflect on our week, I turn my "prism" (referring to my last post) and see a raninbow of   thankfulness!  Ann VosKamp, one of my favortie authors, focuses on being thankful for the smallest things in our life.
1.  I had the finances to get the medicine we needed.
2.  We were sick living in a hotel where we were comfortable, not out on the street on the hard
     sidewalk with people tripping on us, breathing in the thick pollution, and car horns blaring!
3.  We had food to eat.
4.  We had hot water to clean up.
5.  We had hotel staff who were concerned about us and checked in with us (daily) to make sure
     we were okay.
6.  We had access to the internet to skype Randy and feel a bit more connected to home.
7.  Rebekah and I had each other to get through the week (we weren't alone).
8.  Youtube was a gift--I started remembering good, family shows from my youth and Rebekah and  I
      watched them to pass our time.
9.  We have an electric kettle in our room and made tea with honey to soothe our throats.
10.  We have a mini fridge with a tiny freezer:  our food stays cold and we treated ourselves to
       icecream.
11.  We have air conditioning in our hotel room and could cool off on the warmer days--many people
        around us do not have that luxury.
12.  Both of us have a much deeper appreciation for HOME!!!

Yesterday, we began getting out a bit.  We decided to face New Market, again.  The environment challenges me on many levels.  I am an introvert who masks as an extrovert!  Many people assume I am extroverted because of my past work, my volunteerism, speaking to groups, hosting larger gatherings/events--but I am not "fueled" by being around a lot of people.  I need a lot of space, smaller groups (or one to one), and quiet.  So, India has stretched my comfort zone (tremendously)!

New Market is the place to go for local products, souvenirs, etc.--but, there are so many people that I feel constantly on guard!  As I mentioned about previous trips, there are also people who follow you around pushing you to go to "their" stores so they can make a commission.  There were just a few final items on our list that we wanted to purchase, so we hopped in an auto and ventured out to shop.  Upon arrival, we quickly found a store for one of those items.  The owner quoted me a price that was equivalent to what I would pay in Canada.  And the negotiating began!  I didn't budge but offered to buy two at the price I wanted and he finally agreed.  Then the "commission" based posse was on full alert when we finished at that shop but I told them that we did not need their assistance and wanted to be left alone.  I saw what I thought was an exit and told Rebekah we needed to go out for a minute.  Much to our surprise, we immediately saw racks of the famous "Alibaba" pants (which were on our list) and they had price tags.  We were thrilled!  Fixed rates is a new concept here and this shop fell under that category.

A young man smiled at us and told us to look at whatever we wanted, to take our time.   He patiently showed us much of his inventory.  His english was quite strong and we had an engaging conversation.  He told me how he doesn't agree with all the old men who follow people around, especially foreigners.  He said he didn't like commission work.  He said that too many Indians think all foreigners are made of money.  He sees how tired and frustrated the foreigners get.  He'd rather get a smaller profit and have his customers happy and return to his shop.  He hoped that the younger generation  would adopt a new way of thinking and a new way of doing business.   It may sound peculiar, but that shop (and the owner) was incredibly peaceful.  It felt so different from being in the main market and feeling like my defences had to be up all the time.  It turned out he had most of the remaining items on our list.  He took great pride in his store and in his work.  We were thrilled to support him as a local merchant.  He asked me what else I needed to shop for.  I told him the only items left were tea and spices.  So, he asked the man at the shop across from him to watch his for few minutes.  He told me that he would find a shop that would not "cheat" us.  We followed the young man and a couple minutes later he found a shop, talked to the owner at length, and then turned and assured me that I would get fair prices and good quality products.  He thanked me for our business and went on his way.  Our expereince in the spice shop was equally as peaceful.  It felt like we travelled to the past in a time machine.  The colorful, aromatic spices filled large glass jars all across the shop.  When the gentleman weighed the spices I chose, he used a scale with an actual little weight on one side to ensure that the perfect amount of spices were portioned out on the other side.  There are no cash registers or computers in these market stores.  All bills are handwritten.  Most shop owners take out a calculator to double check that their figures are correct (I have not yet seen a mathematical error at a shop before they double checked their work on a calculator--there is much to be desired about the education system in India; however, they are very strong in math and science!).  The owner was pleased to allow Rebekah to take as many pictures as she wanted around his shop (I explained some of them are for a school project) and he seemed very excited to hear his spices were to be shared in Canada.
Our journey to New Market proved successful (accomplishing the purchases we set out for) and relatively painless!  I was so grateful!!!

Today was an impressive time taking in some of the sights around Kolkata!  Rachel picked us up at our hotel and we started our day at Kaligat Temple (one of the main Hindu temples in the city located along the Hoogley River). This is located in a different part of the city than we stay or have visited before.  Today was some kind of special Hindu day.  When we arrived, we walked down a street overflowing with vendors.  At first glance it looked like another typical, small market area we've seen around the city.  However, Rachel explained that these vendors sold numerous items to offer for worshipping the goddess, Kali (the goddess associated with death although it is believed that her earliest incarnation was to annihilate evil spirits).  The items for worship ranged from flowers, bright paint-like powders, jewelry, small wafers or cookies, and much more.

Upon entering the temple courtyard, hundreds if not thousands of people lined up to worship or offer their sacrifices to the goddess.  This was an incredibly intense environment being so contrary to our beliefs.  Yet, we were fascinated with the devotion of masses.  Shortly after we entered the courtyard, a "tour guide" offered his services to us.  Rachel thought this was a good way to get around.  It was intriguing to go from place to place and hear the Hindu man's explanations.  One of our first stops was to look at a very old tree.  The tree was protected by a room of sorts and bars so people couldn't get inside.  It was considered a holy tree and the story is that is over 300 years old.  People come to this tree, write down a wish and tie it to the tree.  When their wish is fulfilled, they return to the tree and can choose any wish on the tree to take with them.

Next, our guide to us to where the animals are sacrificed.  Rachel thought the sacrifices were finished for the day (that is a morning ritual).  Enroute to the sacrificial ground, I was haunted by the blood that trailed across the marble floors and along the walls.  Once we got to our destination, we quickly realized the sacrifices were still being made.  Our stay was short, for none of us in our little group desired to see the act (it seemed so foreign to be asked if we'd like to watch the sacrifice of the goats and it seemed to startle our guide when we declined).

Our next destination was to see the goddess Kali.  As "visitors," we were allowed to circumvent the hundreds waiting in line.  We followed our guide into the temple (oh, I neglected to mention that by that point, we had to be barefoot out of respect.  This was incredibly disconcerting for the "sainitary police" that reside in mind but reminded me of the scripture about Moses being barefoot at the burning bush for it was holy ground--that brought me some peace).  Our guide offered us flowers to offer to the goddess to be blessed and to honor our families.  Rachel spoke in Bengali to him and explained as Christians we do not offer worship or sacrifices to other gods.  He tried again, shaking his head at our resolve.  Then he tried to offer Rebekah flowers (thinking I didn't see this) but Rebekah kindly refused.  We found it very cramped inside the temple.  Once we got to where the idol of Kali was located, people in line were fighting, the "guards" were fighting and pushing people back, and the Hindus quickly threw their sacrifices to the image.  It felt incredibly intense and anticlimatic.

Our next stop was at the pool where cermenoial bathing takes place.  However, there was no one there this afternoon.  It is also where Kali's husband, Lord Shiva (known as the supreme god, the destroyer, and the transformer, resides.  According to our guide, Lord Shiva supposedly offers "safety"  which is contrary to Kali.  Our guide also pointed out that many of the goats that are sacrificed are donated and then the meat feeds about 1000 poor people a day.  That's when they asked for a donation for that purpose.  Not knowing if this was truth, we gave a nominal donation.  That brought our tour to a close.  Our guide brought us back to retrieve our shoes and asked for a donation for his services.

Before leaving this part of the city, we stopped for coconut water.  The man took a large, arched knife (it resembled a small version of a mashedee--ugh, I have no clue how to spell that), chopped off the top and placed a straw in the center of it to drink.  I have acquired a taste for coconut water over the years, Rebkeah doesn't care for it but tried it again.  Meanwhile, a little girl talked to Rachel and asked for pictures with the coconuts.  She was adorable.  Rachel bought a coconut, drank the water, and gave the "flesh" to the little girl.  She was thrilled!  Next, Rebekah and I got our first ride on a bicycle rickshaw.  I have felt too guilty to accept a ride pulled by old man on foot.  It was a fun, short ride.  Rebekah could see how it would be a great way to get around.  The rickshaw is shaded by it's canopy and the drivers are strong and quick.

We decided to stop for a quick lunch at that point (as quick as things get in India).  Even this experience brought enlightenment.  Here, I turn my "prism"again.  Rachel has lived in India over 12 years working with the NGO, serving primarily the street children of Kolkata.  She returns home every year for a couple months to raise awarness and funds.  Her daily life does not allow for discovering the newest "western" eateries or shops. She eats, drinks, works, breathes, and lives India. The past month she's had eight USA and Canadian short term volunteers visit (including us).  She's had an opportunity to look up and around and is seeing many changes in her Kolkata.  She says there is a whole new world here just in more options for western food at restaurants:  Chilis, Spaghetti Kitchen, and our lunch at Au Bon Pain (a soup, sandwich, pastry shop).  Through all of our culture shock immersing ourselves as much as possible in our surroundings (during our short stay), she has experienced her own "culture shock" with all the changes that are happening around her.

After lunch we drove by the Victoria Memorial Gardens (we couldn't see much from the van, but what I could see was breathtaking...the wide, open space, the greenery, and the british architecture).  We will definitely take in that sight before we leave.  We went on to a river (that comes from the Ganges River) to take a small ferry.  Rachel assumed we would be the main attraction on the ferry, as the token foreigners.  However, a small camera crew and reporter borded and started taping.  I couldn't hear very much, but it sounded like the Austrailian reporter was talking about how drugs were brought into Kolkata via this river.  It was fascinating to watch the process, and to watch the locals intrigued by the crew.

Once we crossed the river, Rachel took us to the train station.  It is huge! There were numerous, large signs evidently with destiantions and times, food vendors with neon signs, and a sea of people.  We learned another new word, "cooley."  A cooley is a man who carries your luggage on his head to your train platform.  Rachel says there must be well over 20 platforms.  We walked along some of the platforms and Rachel explained the ins and outs of traveling by rail.  There are local and long distance trains.  The long distance trains offer several classes to choose from.  In mid to high class, the cars are air conditioned and there are "beds" that fold down in the evening.  However, one must be very careful to have all of their belongings very close by so no one runs off with them.  It used to be the most economical way to travel long distances, but in recent years, airfares have become much more reasonably priced so that has become the transportation of choice.

Many runaway teens live at the train station.  However, in the past there were many reports of beatings as the officials tried to keep them out.  Now the teens congregrate a ways down from the main part of the station in a "jungle type" area (trees, plants, greenery).  I cannot imagine why they choose to live there when there is so much strife.  Usually there are many teens actually in the station during the day, maybe getting food, or begging. There didn't appear to be many today.  However, we did see one teen boy laying down on the ground by the tracks.  He had a cloth he kept putting to his mouth and nose...sniffing glue is one of them many addictions that is common here.  It was very evident that the young man was "high as a kite" and my heart broke for all those oppressed by addictions.

We trekked back to purchase tickets for our return ferry (by the way the tickets were 5 rupees each, so it cost 24 cents for three of us travel each way).  During the ferry ride, you can see the famous Howrah Bridge.  It is very large and numerous vehicles travel on it (all day long).  The river is the division between the two cities: Kolkata and Howrah.  Rachel pointed out the new bridge (in the distance), there were far fewer vehicles, and she thinks that's due to it is a toll bridge.  After our return trip on the ferry, we had a short drive back to our hotel.

We rested for a few minutes in our room and headed out to dinner (by foot).  There is a restaurant we went to the first week we were here, but couldn't remember how to get there again.  We asked Rachel for directions today and were certain we could finally get back there.  Well, third time was not a charm.  Somehow (and I'm still shaking my head at this) we did not find the restaurant, walked much further than we knew we should've, and ended up at a standby on Park Street.  We got our exercise tonight.  A walk that should've been less than a mile ended up in at least four miles by the time everything was said and done.  Oh well!

Tomorrow we will visit the girls at the home for a little while.  We want to make sure to feel like we have some closure with these children we've connected with.  We have some small gifts to give the children (bright, colored bangle braceletts for the girls and mini machines (dump truck, excavator, etc. for the three year old boys and a gift for our sponsor child).  Monday there is a team of four from the states visiting all of Tabaitha's Heart locations.  So, we will "tag along" and answer any questions they might have for us as short term volunteers. We will see the newest locatoin, Topsia, we have not yet seen.  We will go back to the girls' home but I didn't feel comfortable bringing closure to our time with a new team of visitors, hence our intentional visit planned for tomorrow.

It has been a long, educational, and fascinating day!  I am so grateful that we had the health and energy to enjoy all we took in.  It is getting late, though, and it's time to quiet my thoughts and try to get a good sleep.

Until next time...

The Kolkata Cough Phenomenon (And Other Various Ailments)

Today is day 4  for me and day 5 for Rebekah as we are desperately trying to get rest and regain our health!
Rachel had told us of the "Kolkata cough" that happens each winter (especially in January).  The change in weather (although very mild compared to what we are used to) often causes the air to become more stagnant.  Thus pollution, in the heart of the city, is even worse than normal.  And the colds and coughs begin what seems to be their never ending cycles!

In addition to the "cough," I have been reminded that every Westerner gets sick while here (locals say this, as well as friends of mine who've traveled abroad).  I guess I had hoped that somehow Rebekah and I would beat the odds--but alas, we also have fallen prey to this phenomenon.

Rebekah is my "barometer."  As most of you know, she is a high-energy sort of gal who thrives on going, going, going.  So to hear her say that all she wants to do is stay in the hotel room, I know that she's not well!

Our friends left us some antibiotics for stomach issues, so I hope to see they are helping Rebekah by the end of today.  I broke down and went to the pharmacy yesterday for an antibiotic for a chest cold. I was very grateful for Rachel's assistance because the language barrier could've proven to be quite difficult to overcome.  Once again, I was shocked at the difference between North America and here. I paid 62 rupees ($1) for the fast acting Z-Pack and about that much for an expectorant cough syrup!  Go ahead and shake your heads, we all know what that would've cost back home!
(As a a side note to all of my food group friends, the antibiotics are out of a last ditch effort and we will be going through some detox and amp up our probiotics upon our return!)

As some of you know, I was allowed to create a directed study for my master's degree based on our journey to Kolkata (preparation, immersion, and returning home).  The specific question I am addressing and will continue to address is, "How do I experience and encourage true empathy when I feel the conditions of the culture around me are cruel to those who live here?"

As I have only scratched the surface of life here in Kolkata (acknowledging that I live a very privileged life due to the resources available to me), I continue to use an inspirational question to address the heart of my study and experiences.  "What if I look through a prism?"  A prism refracts light.  If you use a prism to look at your surroundings, sometimes it takes a lot of effort to see clearly.  Sometimes you see things upside down.  Sometimes it looks like items are doubled.  Sometimes your surroundings look very far off or magnified to look very close by!  More often than not, there are beautiful colors that enhance whatever perspective you are experiencing....colors that had been hidden before.

When I catch myself passing a judgment or feeling sorry for myself as I'm not feeling well, I pick up that "prism" and keep turning it to see the circumstances in a different light.  Yes, I am weary--but, I am grateful for the many colors that surface!

As you face your day, what if you look through a prism?

Until next time....

More Random Thoughts From Rebekah (Daily Reflections of Kolkata)

Hi everyone, this is Rebekah.  Mom did a good job relating our past couple of days but I thought I'd share my perspective:

*First, let's start with crossing streets.  When we went to the uniform shop in daylight, crossing the street wasn't as difficult as in the dark.  So when we were done shopping for all the uniforms and shoes, we had to cross the street again and this time it was in the dark.  I had some of the younger children with two on each side holding my hands and maybe some holding onto my arms.  There were some cars that were very impatient and didn't see I had little children with me.  And I sure let them know!!!  And I thought were were going to be hit! So as I was saying, I let them know!  I started screaming at them because they could hear me over the horns.  There is something here called, "the power of the hand."  When you're in traffic and there's a car determined not to stop and you're trying to cross the street, you put out your hand.  People usually don't do this very forcefully, but that night I sure did!  I made sure they saw my hand clear as day.  After that excitement was over, when we were going back to Charisma House, the kids started coming up to me and imitating me and all of us laughed!

*A few days ago when we went shopping at New Market, my priority was to buy handmade, leather sandals.  I saw a very nice sandal shop.  So I decided to take a look.  I think I figured out the way business people work here.  The longer they keep a customer, the more likely the customer will buy their products but that doesn't work for me!  I feel like that wastes both of our time.  They like to tell you the price at the end of you looking around and when you found something you really like.  But I like to hear the price at the beginning.  The man was determined to tell me at the end.  But I was even more determined for him to tell me right then!  He kept trying to put the sandal on my feet, but I wanted to know the price first (I think that happened three times).  Finally, I wore him down and he told me the price (850 rupees/approx. $13).  I kept asking him if he'd take 400.  He tried to avoid the negotiation by putting the sandal on my foot.  Finally I stood up, stomped my feet and said, "Sir, I asked you a question.  Would you take 400?"  I think when I'm talking to someone and I'm passionate about a subject, I take on an Indian accent.  And then he said, "Ok, I will take 400."  A little while later he said, "You say 400 and I say 500."  I said, "Sir, you lied to me.  You said you would take 400!"  So, he said "ok."  And I got my handmade, leather sandals which are very nice (I got them for approx. $6).

*Shopping:
My mom and I are a great team for shopping!  She's the one who can definitely get the price down and if she doesn't want to pay a high price, they'll lose her business.  And I'm good at getting people to back off  (quickly).  And they really don't expect this from a 12 year old girl!

*I wasn't feeling very well today.  So mom allowed me to stay at the hotel while she went to help across the street at Charisma House.  This hotel is small and safe.  We've gotten to know the staff fairly well.  And there is one lady who really likes us and we really like her!  And if I'm not with my mom, she gets very concerned.  Mom let the lady know that I wasn't well and I'd be staying in the hotel today.  The funny thing is that I feel more comfortable alone in my hotel room in India than alone in downtown Winnipeg!

*As you know, I'm a horse crazy girl!  And I am REALLY missing my horse right now!!! Not being able to ride everyday (or at least see him everyday when it's very cold out) is something I don't think I could do permanently!  I think he's feeling very sad, too!

*My house:
I'm really starting to miss my BIG house which I'm even more thankful for now that we've been on this trip!  There's peace and quiet (no horns).  I can run around in my house and not run into a wall or trip over suitcases.  I miss my room (my comfy loftbed, lots of space to do yoga, my books, my pictures, etc.).  I'd never thought I'd say this, but I actually kind of miss our projector tv and most of the channels are english (with the exception of the ones in french we never tune into)! I miss our comfy couches.  I miss our kitchen like crazy (which is small to our standards but it's much larger than our fridge and counter space we use as a pantry).  I miss cooking and baking with mom.  I miss the view from our house (farmers' fields for miles and miles...no buildings in the way, etc.)

*Food:
When I came here, I thought when I went home I'd be tired of Indian food.  But that's not the case...it's more like I'm sick and tired of chinese food.  At home, there is sushi at every corner (which is my personal favorite).  But here there is a chinese restaurant on every corner.  We used to order room service almost every night for supper (while Dad was here)--chicken fried rice and chicken chowmein.  After a few nights, it seemed way too salty and everyone agreed!  So, we decided no more chinese food for the rest of the trip!  Once a day we splurge and get a really good meal out.  For breakfast and lunch, we eat in our hotel room (that usually means a tuna sandwich one or more times a day and it's much better than the alternative of chinese).

I'm getting tired and will share more random thoughts soon!

A Little Weary...

The past few days we have found ourselves tired when we wake up and tired when we go to bed (and often, tired in between).  I think the constant noise, crowded conditions, smells, taxi drivers trying to exploit us because we are foreigners and don't think we know any better has taken a toll on our bodies and minds.  I don't know if my confidence has increased or if irritability and fatigue set in (or all of the above), but I am getting much more vocal when taxi drivers, especially, try to charge us an extremely inflated amount to what the ride should cost!  Last night I caught on that the driver started driving in circles to raise the meter rate, so even though I knew he didn't understand my english, I let him know loud and clear that I was upset and gestured to show him I knew what he'd done.  After supper we thought we'd try to take a taxi back closer to our hotel and again the driver quoted us a ridiculous rate.  A bystander understood more english than the taxi driver and started laughing when I told the driver that we weren't fools and would rather walk!  Yes, in the past few weeks we have learned a lot...we are able to navigate our way through certain parts of the city fairly confidently.  The language barrier is definitely a detriment but not impossible to overcome.  It is common for people to speak quite loudly and appear like they are verbally fighting on a regular basis.  I don't think we have completely adjusted to this way of life; but, maybe a bit of it has rubbed off on me referring to my previous experience.  Voices are often raised and gestures are used regularly...a much different approach to communication than we are accustomed.

A few days ago was a national holiday (Muslim) honoring Mohammad's birthday.  The centers were closed and we took that day to do a bit of shopping, etc.  We started out mid-morning and walked to a nearby mall (Spencers grocery store is in the basement there).  In route, there was a parade passing by.  It was interesting to watch the people, listen to the chants, see the banners raised.  The youth that passed by were intrigued with us (the foreigners on the street) and waved with enthusiasm.  The colors for this day were a bright, emerald green and white.  There ares still green banners hanging above the streets.

Funny how a trip to a grocery store brought us such happiness!  Rebekah and I thoroughly enjoyed walking up and down each isle, taking in what reminded us of home and appreciating the new items that were Indian.  We stocked up on tuna, of all things.  We've found that we are protein deficient and the tuna is very helpful to give us the boost we need.  We gathered a few more items and went on our way.  Before we left the mall, we went upstairs to the Coffee Bean--reminiscent of Starbucks.  We treated ourselves to an iced mocha and vanilla drink and were on our way back to the hotel.  Now we have quite the little pantry in our room.  We think the housekeepers are a bit perplexed by it!

Then we hopped on an auto and were on our way to New Market.  As soon as we arrived, one of the men who'd "latched" onto us the previous trip did so again.  He followed us around for a bit (not as long as last time), trying to get us to go to certain stores.  But then he crossed the line by asking if Rebekah liked Indian boys.  The mama bear came out in me and I told him she did as friends only and that we wanted him to leave.  Next time if he attaches himself to us, the first words I say will be to leave!  During our shopping, I had to give the mama bear look a few more times.  There is definitely a line that separates the innocent glances at us as foreigners with our milky, white skin and when I can discern someone has other not so innocent intentions!  I find that the constant being on guard wears me out...

In the midst of that, we accomplished some shopping!  Rebekah found a cute pair of sandals she wanted.  The price quoted was way too high and she negotiated it to less than half.  Wow, she's a little spit fire.  She held her ground.  The storekeeper agreed to her price and then tried to raise it.  She said, "No!  You agreed to this price and that's what I'm paying."  She is now the proud owner of beautiful, brightly colored sandals! I had a similar experience in a little shop negotiating for a bracelet.  The owner told me I was "tough."  I am learning not to feel bad in these moments because this is just the culture of shopping here.

The next day, we helped at the center.  We assisted the last 10 children in getting uniforms and shoes. I was very grateful for the assistance of two mothers.  We started out as it was already dusk and had a very busy intersection to cross with the children in tow.  One mother led the way across and all were accounted for.  The shopkeeper immediately recognized us and, after finishing up with other customers,  he helped us quite quickly.  Back we went with the children across that insane intersection.  At one point, a couple of cars were getting way too close to Rebekah and her little group.  She yelled at them, "Hey, hey, hey!," put out her hand, and continued on.  The children laughed hysterically and imitated her on the way back to the center.  They were probably surprised to hear such a forceful voice from a little body.

After that we went with Rachel to pick up 95 sets of books.  We were all pleasantly surprised how quickly it went.  Rachel said that in years past, the bookstore has made many mistakes.  Well, our little American/Canadian team of three got into sync, counted the sets of books, then counted every book in each bag (to ensure none were missing) and the men helped to load the van!  Then we distributed most of the books that evening (students had been called back to the center).

Yesterday, we met Rachel to go out to the girls home.  Rebekah and I sat in on their devotion time.  That was interesting to hear the staff give the lesson in Bengali and one of the older girls give it in Hindi.  I taught the girls a song in english by them repeating after me.  After that, we assisted with some tutoring.  Some of the girls didn't have homework so they read aloud or practiced writing.  I sat with the older girls while they were looking at a book with praise music and copying it down in a notebook.  When I recognized a song, I would teach it to them.

Today, we will be back at the center.  I will assist with some paperwork and Rebekah may help with the little ones.

We have both been feeling a bit "off" the past couple of days (Rebekah more than me).  Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers as we "fight" off whatever ails us and desire strength to serve.

We are grateful Randy made it home safely a couple of days ago!  It's been stormy since he returned.  We miss him but are happy that he's settling back into routine at home and appreciating all the luxuries.

We are just starting to allow ourselves to think about our time we will be spending in Germany at the end of our trip (we have two more weeks here).  We know this will be, yet, a very different experience.  We will be reunited with my very dear friend I worked with at camp in California many years ago.  It's been about twenty years since we've seen each other.  We are very excited to look forward to that visit, as well!

Until next time...

Random Thoughts From Rebekah (Reflections On Daily Life in Kolkata)

Hi, this is Rebekah and I want to share some random thoughts with you!

*Every room in our hotel has a bucket under the shower tap because they all have a leak.  What I do to have a nice, hot shower is I fill up the bucket with hot water so it will last and then I dump it on myself to have a shower.  I notice you get a lot more hot water when it comes from the tap instead of the shower head.

*Last evening we were trying to put on the tv (which is hardly a tv, my ipad can go louder than this tv), the remote wasn't working at all, and we both couldn't understand why.  So then mom shook it around a little bit and looked in the back where the batteries go and there were no batteries in sight!  So I went downstairs and told the man at reception that our remote didn't work because there were no batteries and it didn't seem like he understood me very well.  All he could understand was the remote didn't work.  So then I had to talk in an Indian accent and told him there were no batteries and he understood perfectly well!!!

*As you all know, I am almost 13.  And everyone here calls me "Baby."  And it annoys me like crazy!  I can understand if I was 7 or younger and they all understand that I'm 12 but everywhere I go, absolutely everyone calls me "Baby!"  I think it's almost as bad as when people call me "Becky" (Uncle Matt is the exception to that rule)!

*When I first came here everything was very different (obviously), especially the sidewalks.  Now at home we're conscienctious about our "carbon footprint," but here it seems like they are unaware of this.  At home there is a recycling or garbage bin at every corner, but here when they're done with something they just throw it on the ground.  As you can you imagine, the sidewalks and streets are full of garbage.  But the thing that stood the most to me was I thought there was blood on the sidewalk everywhere I went.  This confused me!  My friend Rachel, from Georgia, explained to me what I saw.  It is a type of chewing tabacco (or something similar) that is red that is spit on the ground.  So everywhere in our hotel there are signs that say don't spit out the window or on the wall.

*Right outside of our hotel there are two gates that have a sign on them that says "Don't Park In Front Of The Gate" and yet more often than not, cars are parked in front of those gates (even when there are other spaces right beside them to park)!  This is something Mom has noticed throughout the city.

*So one day we were wondering where we should eat for lunch.  And we were right beside McDonalds.  As you should know, my whole family doesn't like McDonalds.  But we thought it might be funny to say that we ate at McDonalds in India.  We have a before and after picture of our experience (will have to post later, that's on Dad's ipad).  The before picture we were all smiles.  The after picture we were all sick to our stomachs.  And we will never eat at this McDonalds again!  And by the way, don't ask for too many ketchup packets.  We were given three only and when we asked for more, we were going to be charged for each additional packet!  And the only place in Kolkata that offers free refills on drinks is Chillis.

So there's a few of my random thoughts and I'm sure I will have more to share in the future!

The Next Chapter Of Our Journey

Today, Monday--Jan. 13, Randy departs from Kolkata back to Manitoba.  Rebekah and I are very sad to see him go.  Randy wishes he could stay for the entire journey but must return to responsibilities back at our home and business.  So, this morning will be shifting belongings from suitcase to suitcase and weighing them to ensure they're within weight limits.  Randy appreciates when I travel with him because he doesn't really have to pay attention to where he is going.  So, I will write out an exhaustive list of what to do at each airport, etc.  Flying on Air India requires an extra security tag clearance for carry ons and if you  don't have that, you're denied your flight.  This was something he didn't understand was necessary on a flight into Kolkata, so I want to make sure all the T's are crossed and I's are dotted!  We will finalize the purchase of the car for Tabitha's Heart today before he goes and have our "last supper."

Meanwhile, a couple of days ago we assisted in picking up 55 sets of school books for children at the center.  This stop represented only one of the schools the children attend.  There are several more schools and more books to pick up and distribute.  Rachel also placed an order for numerous backpacks for the students which should be ready for pick up in a couple of days.

We went to the Assembly of God church, again, yesterday.  They had a guest speaker from Oklahoma who was very engaging and humorous.  Rebekah enjoyed this service much more than last week's.  We also attended second service which begins at 10:30 vs. 8:30 and I found the people to be more awake and lively!  At one point, they sang a song in Hindi.  It was absolutely beautiful!  I didn't understand any words until they said, "Yeshua."  Then I knew they were singing about Jesus.

After the church service, we took a taxi to Big Bazaar (their small version of Walmart), stocked up on a few more snack foods, and met Rachel.  We headed out to the girls' home for the afternoon.  The girls were unaware of our visit and were so excited to see all of us (especially Rebekah).  Rachel unloaded the bags of clothes and toys we brought.  I tried to take some pictures and a bit of a video but it was quite difficult to get quality shots due to their overwhelming excitement and crowding in around Rachel so closely!  What a blessing to watch them pick clothing items that would fit them and share the stuffed animals and barbies.

One of the girls had been given a scooter for Christmas (I'm not sure if it was from an extended family member or sponsor) and it was so fun to watch all of them take turns riding throughout the house (yes, that's the benefit of having cement floors).  Again, I am in awe of their willingness to share the few things they have.  They have a strong sense of community, much stronger than I experience with most North American youth.

Rebekah and I stayed at the home and played a game called Housie with the girls. It's an Indian game like Bingo with a twist.  They really had fun and built their numeracy skills while playing.  We sang and danced and hung out with them, building relationships.  We brought some candy to share and that was a hit.  I also brought henna and one of the older girls loves to do henna so she drew a beautiful and intricate design on Rebekah's arm and hand (front and back). Rebekah was beaming from ear to ear.  I told the older girls how Canadian women will pay good money for henna done at spas and salons.  They couldn't believe it!  They said that what Rebekah received would cost about 100 rupees (approx. $1.50).

While we were at the house, Randy and Rachel ventured out to find somewhere to put the tires on her van.  They were successful.  Again, amazed at the low cost of labor (that only cost 100 rupees).  Apparently Randy had a short experience of driving in India!  Woah!  Glad they ended up back at the home safely, lol!

I think you are caught up for now!  I'd better get to my list writing for Randy and prepare for our day. So glad to hear the weather has gotten warmer back home!

Until next time...

School Uniforms and Shoes Shopping

Yesterday and today we spent our time with the children from Charisma House 1.  We took 12 children to shop for school shoes yesterday.  The Shoe Garden (store) was a few buildings down from the center.  We took our first group of six students, accompanied by a staff member.  The owner of the  store was very efficient and understood our needs.  We made sure the shoes were a bit bigger than currently needed so their feet wouldn't outgrow them during the school year.  Once our first group was finished, we took them back to the center with shoes in hand and gathered our next group.  By this time we were attracting many other children and adults.  They couldn't help but notice the foreigners buying shoes.  Randy had a soft spot for one child who tagged along and he bought him a pair of shoes.  I had mixed emotions as he did this because there were several other children lingering around the shop.  How could we buy for only one child and not the others.  I also worried that maybe the young boy would be in danger of someone trying to fight him for the shoes.  Anyway, Randy had resolved to make the purchase.  Yes, that boy was beaming from ear to ear.  We prayed for his protection and that he'd wear the shoes in good health!

Today we returned with preschoolers.  Oh my, what a energetic bunch!  We began the day at the same store.  Again, we had children and adults tagging along in no time at all.  We must have purchased for 15 children from the center before the owner ran out of small shoe sizes telling us to return tomorrow.  Off we went back to Charisma House and asked Rachel what she'd like us to do next.  Many of the children were still in need of purchasing their uniforms, as well.  So our first group of 13 children, 2 staff, Randy, Rebekah, and I trekked further down to Mallick Bazaar where the uniform shop was located.  This was no small task considering we had to cross a main road with such a large group.  The staff in the lead weaved her way among the oncoming traffic with the rest of us in tow not batting an eye!  I think I held my breath until we were all safely across.

Upon arrival, we discovered the store was closed until 1:30pm.  It was only 12:30pm.  What would we do with 13 excited preschoolers?  They sat down on some wooden contraption that looked like it would be the foundation of another shop in the future.  They were fairly calm for the first few minutes and then got antsy.  I couldn't blame them.  After a little while, I asked a staff if there was a cart that sold ice cream close by.  No such luck.  She said only "cold drinks" were near.  We chatted if that was a good option to get that for the children. Another staff suggested fruit.  So off one staff member and I went just down the alley to purchase some fruit.  I bought 15 bananas for 45 rupees (about 75 cents).  We handed out bananas to the children and staff.  It seemed to help fill their tummies a bit.  Then to wait another half hour.  We constantly asked the children to sit down and separated them if they were picking on each other.

Just as it was nearing 1:30pm, an additional group of 10 children came!  Oh my!!!  I was overwhelmed with the shear number of little ones to keep an eye on.  The shop opened just in time.  We methodically got through the first group of 13 students.  Then Randy accompanied staff and that group back to the center.  A little while later he returned with another group of 5.  A father of one of the boys came along and he was a tremendous help!  The workers in the store were hopping.  Rebekah was fantastic with the little ones.  She checked to make sure shoes fit properly and the uniform sizes looked appropriate.  I kept a detailed list of what items were purchased for each child.  Randy kept the kids who were finished in one place so we wouldn't create more work for ourselves by accidentally sizing a child twice!  Eventually we purchased uniforms and shoes for 28 children at this second store.

Back to the center we went with that amazing father leading the way!  He, too, weaved us in and out of oncoming traffic, constantly looking back over his shoulder to make sure everyone was accounted for.  He was our personal angel today!  I enjoyed talking with him some at the shop.  His english was very good and it was easy to converse.  Rebekah and I had taken a shine to his son the other day.  The son is very respectful and has a captivating smile!  We told the father how much we like his son.  He seemed quite proud.  We thanked him for his help.

After that, we were hungry and tired.  We headed back to our hotel and relaxed.  We're still not accustomed to how different times are for eating here.  Dinner is very late to our standards. We looked up some restaurants online and have learned to look for the word "continental" because those restaurants offer western food.  There is a fancy hotel not too far from here, The Tulip Inn.  They have a restaurant called Park Pavilion and we are going to try it out tonight (reservation for 7:30pm).  We find that we look forward to a solid meal everyday.  Last night we went to the Spaghetti Kitchen at the Forum Mall.  It was amazing food and it was QUIET!  We truly appreciate those moments of peace.  So, we are hopeful for the new restaurant tonight.

Tomorrow, we will help Rachel start packing up Charisma House 1.  Her lease is up and she located another site, even for a few months.  The process is quite difficult locating places to rent. She has to work with a broker and they are not always truthful or helpful.  But, fortunately she has a location  to move to for now.

Tomorrow is our friend's funeral.  We will be thinking of the family and friends so far away.  We will be praying for their peace during this incredibly difficult time.  We can't be there physically, but our hearts will be in Manitoba.

Until next time...

Only A Few More Days Before Randy Goes Home

Sometimes the days feel like they go by slowly, yet the weeks go by quickly.  Today is Thursday, Jan.9 and Randy departs for home on Jan. 13.  I know his world is forever changed as Rebekah's and mine.  We are all so glad he's been able to join us for the first part of our trip.  I so wish he could stay the entire time, but he has many responsibilities to return to at our home and business.  We've been incredibly grateful for our son and daughter in law looking after our home and animals and for our sons taking care of our business!  Without them, it wouldn't have been possible for Randy to be here.

We made a decision about a van to purchase for Tabitha's Heart.  So between today and tomorrow we will go through the steps of exchanging money, filling out transfer papers, and so forth.  It was an incredible journey to get this far.  Randy spent hours online researching, we solicited help of a couple young people to bridge the language barrier, took a 40 min. taxi ride to look at another vehicle, and more.  It's been a lesson in patience, mostly for Randy.  He is so used to sourcing out vehicles and purchasing for our business and having to rely on others' help and WAIT has been challenging for him.  We are purchasing the van from a pastor at the local Assembly of God church.  His heart was tender when he understood that we are donating for working with the street children.  It seats eight.  It is older but we are hopeful it will meet Rachel's needs.

We will do some more shopping today. We haven't been to the local open market, yet.  My goal is to finish our shopping so we can pack our treasures in Randy's suitcases and send them home with him. Rebekah is really looking forward to the shopping trip.  After the larger market the other day, I hope this one feels less crowded and chaotic.

We continue to learn to only plan for the immediate day or couple of hours.  Such a stark contrast to western culture and thinking. Rachel continues to be in pain and we are praying for her healing and strength.  There is always so much work to be done.  School admissions need to be finished and she is trying to locate another building to rent.  I wish I could be more help to her.

Until next time...

How do we grieve?

It's been a couple of days since my last post.  We are learning that plans often change here.  Our western perspective of expectations and accomplishment are quite a contrast to daily life in Kolkata.  We are all trying to release expectations and go with what each day holds.

Yesterday we connected with a pastor who is selling a used van.  Randy has been spending a lot of time researching "second hand" (as they refer to them here) vehicles that may work for Tabitha's Heart to transport children to and from the centers.  Rachel, our friend who directs the work here, had one of the older girls meet us at our hotel and assist us with calling other persons advertising cars.  Shabina is a lovely 20 year old girl who is now in college.  She's been part of Tabitha's Heart programming for 6 or more years.  She knows Hindi, Benghali, and English--you can only imagine the gift that was for us to have someone bridge that language barrier to make some progress in our search for a vehicle!  We are to meet her this morning at the center, take a taxi, and look at another bus/van at a large, well-known public school.

It is a busy time for Rachel and the work here (I think it's always busy) due to the new school year.  She is diligently filling out admission applications for the children and paying their tuition.  After we look at the bus, we will assist in this process.  Rebekah will spend time with the little ones (preschool age) and assist with english lessons.

Our new friends from Georgia (the last two here) are leaving for home tomorrow.  We will have supper together tonight to bid our goodbyes.  There has been a sense of loss since the Groff family left two days ago and now Rachel M. and April are preparing for their departure.  The connections with our American friends have brought us comfort, peace, and knowledge.  We are grateful for our time together and intend to stay in contact.

Yesterday was greeted with very sad news.  A friend of ours died the day before.  Lynelle had been battling cancer the past couple of years.  We met many years ago when our daughters were in kindergarten.  Our lives were naturally entwined due to our girls' friendship.  Our friendship grew threw those years.  It was only eight months ago when we lost a mutual friend, Karen, to a brain tumor.  Again, all of our daughters have been very close.  Now to have Lynelle join Karen feels unbearable.  There is so much going on around me in my new "home" that this news seems so surreal.  I don't know how to calm my mind and spirit and just be.  Now and then I discover my heart traveling numerous miles away from here and yearning to be with friends and to be able to reach out to Lynelle's family, physically.  When I told Rebekah, I held her for a very long time as her spirit broke and she let go to the sobbing.  I acknowledge there would not be much we could do if we were home, but the helpless feeling is magnified being so far away.

I remember chatting with my faculty advisor, Barbarah, before I left Canada (I am working on a directed study course centered on my time in India for my masters work) and stating that one of my main goals is to be present during my journey.  At this time, I don't feel very successful with being present.  Maybe this will come as we spend more time here.  To be honest, I always sense a bit of anxiety coursing through my veins.  Maybe I am expecting this "presence" prematurely.  After all, we are only on day 9 today.  I think it's still a worthy goal...just allow for the process and in time I hope it comes.

Rebekah continues to hold the award of most "acclimated" to the culture!  She thrives in new surroundings, meeting people, taking in all of the activity around her (which feels like chaos to Randy and me).  I do think that the changing of plans is difficult for her.  We've found ourselves researching online in our hotel room quite a bit the past couple of days.  So too much time in the room is boring for her.

Randy is not one to speak about cleanliness and hygiene at home.  I guess that is an assumption in his lifestyle.  Yet, he is getting more and more vocal about it here.  He has a running commentary about how food is prepared or all the numbers of people touching food, other things, and food again without washing their hands.  I see it and try to ignore it.  It is interesting to hear him process, though.

I continue to find myself quite tired.  I'm not certain if it's the fibromyalgia bothering me.  I am struggling with muscle pain and some headaches.  But, Kirsten (one of our friends from Georgia) reminded us that culture shock is similar to a new born baby.  A baby is constantly taking in it's surroundings and experiences over stimulation, thus needing a lot of sleep.  Such is culture shock.  Our brains are on overload, constantly stimulated by new sights, sounds, smells and we are tired--needing more sleep than at home.  That made sense as she described it to us.

Well, we will be leaving shortly to meet Shabina at the center.
Take care!  Until next time...

A Day Of Rest

Today, Sunday (January 5, 2014) has been a much needed day of rest!

We began our day by attending an Assembly of God church at 8:30a.m.  The church is a short walk from our hotel.  Apparently it was founded many years ago.  We learned that the church has two campuses and holds 15 services in 8 languages!  Upon our arrival (today was the last day that all 8 of us from the states and Canada would be together), we weren't quite certain where the english service was held.  We could hear a service in progress and it was definitely one of the native languages.  A couple minutes later some people came up the stairs and pointed us to our correct destination.

The sanctuary is a bit "old school" compared to what we are accustomed.  It's been quite a while since I've sat in a pew donned with hymnals decades old.  But once the service began, it was comforting to hear our native language and the members entered into worship led by a 3 person team (minimal instruments) and hearts turned to God.  The voices were magnified in harmony assisted by the acoustics of the room.  I was quite tired this morning but I found the time in corporate worship rejuvenated my spirit.  I was in awe of being so very far away from home and how our common spirituality bridged any cultural gaps.

One of the pastoral team asked if there were any first time visitors.  He looked over at our row of milky, white skin and asked the members to welcome the visiting "team."  We were encouraged to meet in small room off to the side of the stage after service.  I usually feel quite uncomfortable in such situations but knew that there would be no escaping the meeting if it was mentioned again.  After all, we don't blend into the crowd very well, lol!

The talk was about looking back at 2013 and pressing forward in 2014.  The pastor was passionate about what he shared and stressed that life is a gift and it is short.  We were encouraged to make the most of each moment.  These were good reminders as we start a new year!  Sure enough, we were reminded to join some staff after the service for a few minutes.  The experience was positive.  I was touched by the dedication of one young woman (staff).  She lives 2 hours away from the church and takes public transportation 6 days a week to work.  She has to catch the bus at 7a.m. and often doesn't get home until 9 or 10p.m.  That reminded me of my season of commuting in Southern California 10 years ago (2-3 hours each way to and from work); however, I had the luxury of driving my own car on those congested freeways.

Randy and I were impressed by the many services and outreaches the church has.  Rebekah was a bit bored during the service. It was a bit slower than what she is used to.  Overall, we were appreciative to experience the service.

After that, we walked back to our hotel and had to say goodbye to our new friends, the Groff family from Georgia.  It's been such a pleasure getting to know them, listening to their heart to meet the needs of the poor, and for their knowledge of traveling overseas.  Rebekah already misses Anicka and looks forward to skyping upon our return home.  What a wonderful age we live in where technology can span numerous miles!  I think these young girls are forever changed being in Kolkata, surrounded by the poorest of the poor.  Neither girl lives in an entitled way; but, both are realizing what privileged lives they live.  They are very giving and compassionate girls and I can only imagine those attributes will multiply now.

The three of us ventured off by ourselves to Big Bazaar (kind of like a small Walmart).  Our first week has taught us to be more savvy when it comes to fares for taxis.  We haled one and the driver wanted to charge us more than what it should cost.  We held our ground and he agreed to the fare we knew was appropriate and off we went.  Rebekah has learned to be assertive with negotiating prices--she is a tough cookie!

We arrived at our destination.  Rebekah and I shopped for appropriate Indian attire.  I am sure we spent a bit more at this store but after experiencing the chaos (and the very long negotiations) of the open market yesterday; Big Bazaar was convenient and peaceful!  Randy looked around the two floors of the store while we tried on our clothes.  Then we joined him to stock up on some snack food and pop.  Back to the taxis we went.  This time the driver quoted significantly less than what we'd been charged before.  I think he took a shine to Rebekah and was happy to show off his foreigners in his taxi!

Referring back to yesterday's New Market experience.  I'm not much of a shopper to begin with (unless I am at my few favorite stores during less crowded times) so to add a language barrier, mass numbers of people, and sticking out like a sore thumb didn't help me cope.  No transactions happen quickly.  The market reminded me of when Randy and I had been to Mexico.  All the little shops seem to be somehow connected with other shops.  They saw us coming and several men "latched" onto us waiting to take us to the next shop.  Rebekah was successful with purchasing some jewelry and I found material that our Hutterite friends asked for.  The shop owners were "smooth talkers" and referred to us as their brother/sister/niece.  Meanwhile they were jacking up the prices for their new family members!

We walked through the meat market.  That was "sensory" opening.  The smell was overwhelming and the sights were graphic.  Randy mentioned that he wouldn't want to eat the chicken or meat that he saw there.  The loving wife I am reminded him to think about where else our food we are eating comes from!  Ignorance is bliss--we'd rather not see our food in the raw here.  I'm not sure where all the chickens are located but there were flats and flats of eggs for sale.  Everywhere we looked, we saw something new.

Anyway, after our outing to Big Bazaar, we rested the rest of the afternoon in our hotel room.  Randy "braved" our tv.  It's very interesting to watch tv here.  There are some english channels.  Yet, they use very long clips of tv shows as commercials.  So, you may think you're actually watching a show and as soon as you are interested and engaged, you realize it's merely a commercial and never find out the ending!  Again, we are grateful for some english channels because it is a way to relax and decompress.

Other times, we watch tv shows or movies on youtube.  We introduced Rebekah to The Cosby Show and Anicka introduced her to the old cartoon, Dudley Do Right.  We watched Esther--One Night With The King last night (kind of...it was very loud due to a wedding that was held at our hotel).

Oh yes, I must pause and tell you of our adventure finding tires for Rachel's van.  Due to language and not knowing the area, it took Randy 4 days to locate tires.  Yesterday he and I ventured to the car dealership Rachel had purchased her van.  We discussed the possibility of purchasing another used vehicle for Tabitha's Heart and inquired about tires.  The dealership only sells cars.  The salesman directed us to a tire shop down the road.  It was already dusk when we started our search.  The first two tire shops were already closed but third one was a charm!  The shop was very small but Randy was able to communicate our needs to the shopkeeper.  There was a ladder to the attic in the cramped quarters.  Up the ladder the gentleman went.  A couple minutes later, he returned with 2 new tires that looked like they were gift wrapped.  Fortunately, he charged us the price that the dealer had told us would be fair.  Upon purchase, Randy carried one tire in each hand and we walked back to our hotel.  Four days after beginning the search and the tire shop was only a 5 minute walk from "home."

Then we were greeted with an extravagant wedding!  There was a live band (trumpets/tuba/drums and so forth) that played for a couple of hours.  The getaway car was decorated with a canopy and colorful adornments.  Randy and Rebekah went downstairs to watch for a while.  Apparently the groom was much more decked out than the bride.  That surprised Rebekah.  She also said the men were amazing dancers.  The festivities ended with fireworks above our courtyard!

Back to our restful day....we did more laundry in our bucket and we have moved up in the world--our friends left us their clothes line!  Oh the things we take for granted and the simple pleasures/conveniences we are acutely aware of now.

More tv watching for tonight and hopefully a solid sleep!
We are to meet Rachel in the morning to discuss purchasing a vehicle.  Rebekah and I will assist her with admission paperwork for this new school year and assist the children in their studies (as much as we can).  Randy only has one week left here and I know it will fly by.  I am not worried about his leaving but do question what it will feel like to be here, so far away from home, without him.

I realize this post is a bit of a hodge podge of experiences I've shared but I'm finding my thoughts go in circles as I attempt to put them to writing!  So, you get to experience some of our journey with us...

Until next time...

Tanning Beds vs. Skin Lightening Creams

One of the phenomenons we were told about before we came to Kolkata is how the locals will be very attracted to us.  We are white (just in case you were unaware, lol)! One of the obvious reasons for this attraction is that in their minds we are incredibly rich (which we most definitely are compared to their standards).  It has become common for us to walk down the streets and have people ask or gesture for money.  They do not understand that in our own experience, we need to be cautious with spending too much money and that we do not have an endless supply.

The other main reason for their attraction is the color of our skin.  I had not realized how very few white people would be here.  Kolkata does not typically attract tourists like other cities such as Mumbai.  

When we went to the zoo a few days ago, we became one of the exhibits!  Numerous people stopped to ask to take pictures with us.  Parents encouraged their children to introduce themselves to us (if they spoke some english) and to shake our hands.  Over and over we engaged with strangers who were in awe of meeting us for a few brief seconds.

We have assisted in one of the youth centers the past couple of days.  It has been powerful to connect with the children and teachers.  There is one teacher, a young woman, who is highly educated and very articulate.  Yesterday afternoon we all had a laugh as we exchanged stories how "white" people from North America pay to go to "tanning beds" to get darker and how the Indians buy skin lightening creams in hope to appear whiter.  Long ago, I accepted the extreme fair skin I have and don't think much about it.  I have never gone to a tanning bed and don't think I ever will.  Yet, I am finding here that the people desperately want to be lighter.  The young woman teased how bored they get seeing only brown people and went on by stating how beautiful light skin is.  And we, in turn, shared how we admire their beautiful pigment.  She also introduced us to her "favorite" student and explained that she teases that if she ever has a son that she would like her son to be just like him only lighter.  This comment spoke volumes to me.  I can't help but imagine this intense desire on her (their) part to be lighter runs much deeper than the pigment of skin.  What would it mean to these people to be white in their eyes...?

Last night most of us (the American and Canadian group of volunteers) and Rachel (Director of Tabitha's Heart) went out for a very late dinner (8pm or so).  We were sharing some of our observations.  Rachel asked us what has been the most difficult thing we've experienced since being in India.  Of course, most responded that fatigue has been a hindrance.  Beyond that many shared how difficult it is to know how to help the people here; that they desire to "fix" the problems.  I mentioned that during my stay here, I am trying to step back and ask the question what does it mean to them to "fix" their problems vs. my projecting what I think should happen.  I must remember this is their life, their home, their experience.  Despite my judgments of poverty, unsanitary conditions, and so forth, this is their world.  I think there is a balance in assisting them in meeting basic needs (physically, mentally, spiritually) and not making assumptions that my way of life is superior.  I think it is important to educate them that there are options outside of what they know but not make assumptions to impose change.  These are only some rambling thoughts....I just know how easy it is for me to think things should be changed and that I have all the answers.  If I've learned anything in my short stay thus far, I know that I don't have many answers at all.  In fact, the questions continue to multiply!!!

Going back to feeling like we are a bit on display, I must give credit to Rebekah.  Of the three of us she is acclimating best to her new environment.  She is very gracious with all the people who constantly crowd in around her.  She loves the thrill of the new experiences and adventures.  The noise, pollution, poverty doesn't seem to be affecting her adversely.  She is a trooper and has a very compassionate heart for those around her.

Randy and I are older and a bit slower to adjust.  As parents, we carry worries that Rebekah is free from.  I feel on edge when we are walking the streets, constantly keeping a close eye on where my daughter is (but that is easier since she "sticks" out in a crowd with her milky skin).  My adrenaline rushes each time we have to cross a street and dodge traffic and so on.  But, overall we are trying to be present and accept whatever enters our day.

We have not yet made it to the "market" to shop and that is on our itinerary mid-morning today.  I am hopeful to do the bulk of our "souvenir" shopping today so we can send Randy home with everything when he leaves in another week.

Randy has attempted to locate new tires for Rachel's van.  It is about impossible to do business over the phone because of the language barrier.  Today he will venture out with Rachel's driver and possibly an older boy from the center who knows quite a bit of english.  This has challenged Randy because he feels useless.  At home he can source out parts, vehicles, and so forth with very few hindrances.  He is in culture shock as he tries to navigate helping with the car and repairs for the homes.

I woke up early (6am) and now find myself quite tired.  I think I will try to rest before we start our day.

By the way, Rachel's injury doesn't look like it will cause permanent damage but continued prayers are appreciated.

Until next time...

A much welcomed silence

The sociologist in me is constantly surfacing here in Kolkata. I find myself in sensory overload, yet observing people non stop. Simultaneously, I am fascinated and heartbroken at the vast disparity of class differences while walking the streets here.  For instance, as we took in a couple of sights yesterday, we passed a Lexus car dealership and in front on the sidewalk was a "home"made of rope and tarps. These sort of contrasting images exist everywhere we go.

Many people had "warned" us of the smells in the air. Again, I am overwhelmed with the stark contrasts. One moment we are breathing in the tantalizing aroma of various curries and naan made by the families living on the streets and the vendors and the next moment is the stench of the sewer running by your sandalled feet.

The noise is something that words cannot properly describe. There seems to be a constant "buzz" of some sort or another. Most comes from the vehicles on the street. Hmm, "vehicles"--we'll thats's a loose term. Randy, especially, is flabbergasted by the transportation here. The taxis are diesel and must originate from the 1960s and 70s. Then there are autos (rickshaws), buses, and a cable car of
sort. Not only are each of these vehicles packed with more people than imaginable, they are constantly honking their horns. This goes back to an earlier blog post how I eluded there are no rules of the road. Our friends from Georgia wrote an entire post on the blaring horns--we all got a laugh out of that last night!

Do you remember that old eighties video game called Frogger where the frog tried to leap/run across the multiple lanes of traffic without being hit?  Well, that's the life of a pedestrian in Kolkata!  I cannot believe the insanity crossing the roads.  We are encouraged to put a hand out to show oncoming traffic to stop for us. Quite honestly, I think it's more to break the impact if you get hit!

We did have some reprieves in the noise yesterday. Our little group walked to a memorial graveyard (British). This is unique because Indians are cremated.   The tombs were huge and intricately crafted. We could only imagine the work to create them and the people who were the labourers. The people buried there died at very young ages. Many tombs had elaborate tributes engraved on the stones.   We did appreciate the greenery inside the graveyard (reminded us of the jungle book). The breeze was a welcomed break, as well. We also observed that families live at the graveyard. Again, the people here are very resourceful. The tombs create shelter. In many ways the graveyard would be a peaceful alternative to the "outside" world.

After that sight, we walked to Mother Teresa's Missionaries of Charity/museum. There was a much welcomed silence. Rebekah and I had extensively read about the life of Mother Teresa. It was inspiring to be there. We were greeted by an elderly sister who was sitting upstairs by a balcony
above us. She'd point to us and threw a small bundle of newspaper down to us. We weren't sure what
she was doing and then discovered a beautiful rosary wrapped in the paper.   I was touched by her
broad smile and captivating eyes. Never a word was exchanged but much was communicated among
our spirits!!!  Rebekah and I appreciated connecting our studying about Mother Teresa to our visit. Mother Teresa's tomb is in the same building as the small museum. We found that many who attended the mass and visited the tomb elevated Mother Teresa's status to that of God. From all we've studied, I don't think she would be pleased with such focus on her. Before we left, we were treated to a glorious experience--the sisters sang several songs accapela. I found myself drawn into worship, closed my eyes, and soaked in the solitude.

Today we went to Charisma House 2. This is one of the youth centres. Our task was to photograph each child and assist them in filling out letters to their sponsors. The children also drew pictures on bookmarks. I was amazed by some of their answers on the letters. One question was what gift would they give each child in the world and several said they would give their love. Another question was what would they do with $100 if they found it on the ground. Answers ranged from giving it to the police to giving it to the poor people. Please keep in mind these children are the poorest people we have seen. They live in the slums and yet they are willing to share!

We have been struggling with some of the food here. So we chose to walk to Pizza Hut for lunch. Honestly, I think it's not great for our tummies but it was comfort food. It was a welcome break to sit in a restaurant that was clean and resembled home. It was quiet!

Now we are "home" resting. I don't think I've shared much about our hotel. The room is about the size of small dorm room. Randy and I share a double bed and Rebekah has a narrow twin size mattress on the floor. We have little refrigerator that really doesn't work. We have a bathroom with a shower and toilet. There is a desk and a tv. Funny how perspective changes so quickly. The first day we checked in, I was put off with our meager accomodations. Now I appreciate the luxuries we have. After walking an average of five miles a day, observing extreme poverty and unsanitary conditions, I am forever changed. Coming home to our humble abode is heaven. It is quiet, it is relatively clean, it is our own space.

Rachel, my friend who directs Tabitha's Heart, was hurt this morning. She will be ok but I know she would appreciate prayers for quick healing. She is an amazingly strong woman who has a tremendous heart for these people in Kolkata. She pushes herself everyday to help meet their needs. She needs rest. Thank you for your thoughts and prayers.

Until next time...