Hi all,
Soon we'll be home and hopefully, seeing many of you!!
I'm trying to get it all on paper before we leave tomorrow as I know memories fade and I want to capture them while still very vivid in my mind. So here it goes:
Train Ride:
One free day (Thursday is the free day), we went to Howrah Station , asked around a bit, then hopped a train to Shantinikitan which is about 3 hours away--round trip tickets for two cost 212 Rs. (about $4.50)!! Soon we were passing rice paddies, mustard fields and livestock. Shantinikitan was founded by Tagore, beloved poet, who won the first Nobel Prize for India. He set up a university with outside classrooms and buildings with many windows and varying rooftops so one could enjoy the sky from all roof decks. He was Gandhi's friend also. On the way home, a man insisted his young nephew should shake our hands as we were the first foreigners he'd seen. Another lady wanted her baby to touch us and another had her 5 year old son count to 100 for us. Celebrities!!
Singing:
Sofia loves music. At Kalighat, she had many patients singing while trying to teach her a Bengali song. On the bus one day, she led us singing, "Whenever I wake up...before I put on my make up...I say a little prayer for you!" Tom wanted to go down the aisle asking for rupies...often little kids jump on the bus, sing and then ask for rupies...so why not???
Vendors -Part 2:
I had been wondering why there were so many vendors with so little to sell and always in miniature packages. Duh!!! The vendors can't afford more inventory and their customers are living hand-to-mouth so they can't buy more than a day's supply.
Ornate Gates:
As we ride the bus past streets crowded with "normal sights," every once in a while, we'll go by a tall wall. If we keep our eyes on that wall, soon we'll see an ornate gate and then get a short glimpse of how the rich live here: fancy white houses surrounded by lovely gardens and protected by guards. Strangest thing is, the homeless use those same walls to erect their tarps over their campsites. In this case, the grass is definitely greener on the other side of the wall!!
Chi:
Chi just graduated from medical school and before she starts full time work, she wanted to help at Mother Teresa's. She is always cheerful and friendly. She knew we were Americans and we asked where she was from...and without any anger or resentment, she told us she was a Viet Nam refugee. Her family had fled to Denmark when she was a baby. So once again, we felt like apologizing. This time we did say sorry for the war that caused your country so much pain. How many more wars will we feel necessary??
Neighbors:
Here's a strange set of neighbors: right next Mother Teresa's House is a Communist building with a portrait of Lenin and proudly flying the Communist flag. That's India!
Mommy and Daddy:
It seems we have adopted many along the way as they call us Mommy and Daddy and look to us for a bandaid, koolaid, peanut butter or just a hug: Noor, Sofia, Tom, Jake, Maria, Melissa and Crystal. Guess being the oldest around is nice sometimes.

Things we've seen more on the street of Kolkata than anywhere we've ever been:
people, black hair, black eyes, rickshaws, men wrapped in towels, spitting, peeing, vendors, flip flops, trash, bangles (bracelet indicating married), nursing dogs, homeless campsites, barber shops, men being shaved, torn up sidewalks, shrines, cooking over chulas (small charcoal grill), nose picking, ornate ear rings, yellow & gold marigolds, beautifully dressed women, begging, people sleeping anywhere & everywhere, taxis, buses...and more people...all to the sounds of horns blaring.
Daya Dan's Send Off:
The other volunteers, Sister and kids escorted us up to a large room and had us sit down. Then Binoy (autistic and rather poorly behaved boy) began to play the drums with expertise and vigor as all joined in singing "Drummer Boy" and then "We Thank You, We Love You, We'll Miss You, Come Back Someday." What a moving and proud time for us...and Binoy!!