Day 1- Activities

The bland and uneventful flight towards India was without a doubt excruciatingly long, and therefore those among us who managed to stay awake found little to no comfort in the television screens that sat before us, despite the vast content that the airline had to offer. It was upon the landing, of the second plane that is, that at last the joyous content of our travels was evident in the faces of my peers and I. There was hardly any trouble in the admittance of all us once on Indian soil, despite the slight discontent of Joe Cussen. I assume he was irritated by the slow process when getting our visas stamped. We then, the whole lot of us, were directed onto a van, quite comfortable and surprisingly spacey, which drove us through the traffic of Mumbai and to the eventual streets of Pune. Upon the arrival at J.D.V., the place in which we will be residing, there was a warm welcome into the enchanting old palace. The care that the director took in making us feel honored guests reflects that of a consierge managing an esteemed establishment. There was an immediate sense of wonder among my peers and I, and it was not long before we wandered about the premises of the complex. After our fist meal, which was to put simply, such delicious food as to make the mind crave it in addictive fashion, we had a resting period, which allowed us to fully integrate into the aroma of our new residence. The climax of the day, for me at least, was after the second meal, by which we all [expect the teachers] were engaged in a speedy game of basketball, and of which had such magnitude as to leave us grasping for air at every step. Later, the teachers did join, along with some folks that I can only assume had taken up residence in the same place we did. Fun is not enough to demonstrate the beautiful moment that had occurred. It is without a second glance a day in which I would look back on in future dates. 

Signed

Carlos Martinez