5days with a group of 26 students. most of which have never traveled.
one night in each hotel. 5 hr bus rides to different villages. each village has been amazing. each one very different.
we stumbled across a village where a celebratory funeral was happening. we danced. and lindsey got married off to some man. haha. it was amazing.
rice terraces. green mountains. gravel roads. a tour bus bouncing back and forth. motion sick all over the place.
i have a rash. um. the worst rash ever actually. i think i got it in thailand. red dots on my legs. they look like bites. or a reaction to bites. i am uncomforable. and itchy. i went to two herbalists and what they gave me didnt work. last night my teacher took me to a real doctor who gave me western medicine cream that seems like it may be working. no worries though. im tough.
today we are in the capital of mau province. we are cold. no heat. as we walked through the village we saw a pig about to be slaughtered. there was a funeral and here they sacrifice a pig for the perosn that has died. some people watched it be killed. i wish i was brave enough. i really wanted to be part of that experience/tradition. but could not stomach it. once the knife got sharpened and hit the throat. i ran down the stairs quickly. humanity.
i miss home.
i am lonely and also feeling suffacted by these kids on this trip. i am trying to stay focused and realize that i am here for a purpose. to study. learn. experience and grow spiritually. which i feel like i am doing.
i am so grateful for this experience. its amazing.
my project for my studio class is coming along great. i have meditating everyday i have been here but two days when we had traveled all day and there was no way i could stay up another minute. i am excited to continue this project when i get home.
every village we go to they host a celebration in our honor. they force you to drink rice wine. it has been really difficult to refuse them. i have no desire to drink it and have to literally cover my mouth with my hands. it is extremely insulting to them for me not to take it.....
coming home seems so far away. weeks feel like forever.
there is so much to say...i dont know how to explain my experience. i wish i could upload pictures but these computers do not allow it.
i love all the children in these villages. lindsey and i bought pens and notebooks to give to them. we draw them pictures. share with them our art. and they share with us theirs. those moments are the most important and awesome for me.
