I’m normally the first person to run away from home and all my problems, but this trip has really made me appreciate my home. It’s odd though that it takes coming to India, my background, for me to really miss home. Maybe it’s all the similarities that’s making me feel homesick. I love volunteering too, but I don’t like hearing that I’m useless. The teachers here have no appreciation for us. They yell at us constantly. They tell us we’re stupid. India needs help in some areas, but nothing will change if the locals are unwilling. I knew I hated coming to India and I should have stuck to my gut, but nevertheless I am glad I was able to experience this behavior. I think I really opened up to the fact that people suck. Not everyone is kind or appreciative and that’s life and there’s no use complaining. Next time you encounter somebody like this ask yourself what am I gaining by becoming negative like them? Why should you let someone else change your desire to lend a helping hand?
Well I’m off for day two of this volunteering experience in Dharamsala, and so far I have received about 5 marriage proposals. I am not too sure whether to take them as a compliment or an insult. Although, I am 100% positive people just want a visa out of me. We’ll see how it goes today I guess! Wish me luck that no random stranger asks to marry me!
I have safely made it to Dharamsala. I will be keeping a journal in which I will be typing up day by day, but of course wifi is a little spotty! Ill see you all soon!
Clearly I’m not in America today to celebrate this glorious day of independence. But I am in Belgium, and I was in Paris earlier so red white and blue were seen every where, just in different forms. For my fellow futbol fans you all may know that France played Germany today. I was fortunate enough to watch the game in the heart of Paris outside of L’hotel de Ville on a huge screen surrounded by Parisiens (spelling). There was such a huge national pride in the crowd that reminded me so much of America on fourth of july every year! That, however, was not our last taste of European fourth of July. As we drove back into Belgium, reaching Brussels, a fireworks show began right as we entered the city. It was a beautiful display of color, and I’m just going to assume it was for Fourth of July because well why not!
Tomorrow, I start my 2 week adventure in India, wish me luck!!!
Today was a pretty solid day, except for the jet lag and no sleep. So as most of you know today was that intense match of USA vs Belgium. Lucky for me, the fútbol fanatic I am, I was able to watch the match out in the streets of Alorn, Belgium, a quaint town a short distance away from our hotel. Now most of you who watched can agree, or disagree, with me that Belgium dominated that match. I mean in the first 60 minutes of the game they had already taken 16 shots on goal. But Tim Howard, aka the only decent player on the USMNT, was on fire saving those goals. I mean he was on his A game. That being said it was an AMAZING experience watching the match surrounded by all the crazy Belgians cheering on their nation. Also, based off of many tweets I saw today, to my fellow Americans who are hating on your team, a loss does not mean you turn your back on your team, but rather you support them even more. I am the least bit supportive of the American team, but they put in some valiant effort. Also for those of you vowing to never watch futbol again because once you’re hooked there is no going back. Pick another team, you still have 12 days left of amazing world cup coming your way.
As the day reaches noon, my time in America shortens. In a matter of hours I will be embarking on a three week adventure. Although the first week will be more of a touristy voyage through Belgium, Luxembourg, and Paris, there is always some new thing to be learned. I’ll be able to practice my French, and most importantly watch the USA vs. Belgium game in Belgium (I’m still not too sure who I’m routing for-I guess we’ll play that one by year).
After my little excursion in Europe, it’s off to India. Being Indian people automatically assume that I visit frequently, but that’s not the case. It’s been about nine years since I’ve visited Mother India, and I’m not exactly sure how I feel about going back. I am excited for the volunteer work I will be doing in Dharamsala (Northern India), but at the same time extremely nervous and scared to be traveling in and out of Delhi. But that’s what I love about travel and adventure, you are forced outside of your comfort zone. If you had the chance to explore and learn about the world would you risk it? Would you thrust yourself into dangerous situations for the thrill, the story, the adrenaline, or would you shy away because they critics say “it’s not safe for a girl like you?” Think about it for a while. What would you do?
Hello tumblr, friends, family, strangers, and welcome. In the late hours of the night I had a brilliant idea to transform this blog. Originally, this blog was created to show my passion for photography, hence the previous pictures. But I wanted to shake things up a bit. I wanted to combine my passion for travel, photography, and storytelling. For those of you who know me, I can talk your ear off. For those of you who don’t know me, I hope you’re ready to listen. SInce 2014 began almost seven months ago so many great adventures and stories have happened, but they have all been undocumented. So this blog is my somewhat mid-year resolution. I want to update this blog as often as possible with a story or summary of my day, of course filled with tons of pictures, but like all resolutions sticking to this will be hard. So I ask you: What’s your mid-year resolution? Let me know! The message button is in the right hand corner of my blog for those of you new to Tumblr. See you all in the morning!