Only a little more than 2 weeks left - eek time has been flying by.
I'm at work right now, which has slowed down considerably this week. I am on the only computer that has internet in the office - a major treat to use - the only reason that I have access to it is because the rest of the office is busy giving a training session to all of the field associates. So this week, I have nothing to do. I still have to collect about 2 days worth of data in the field, but no one is available to take me and translate for me (ughh, it's so frustrating having to depend on translators). I had to work over the weekend because Sham, the GPS specialist from Anand - the main office, was here to work with me. Sham and I organized the layers of the map that I am producing and it looks really cool. We have separated the symbols for the wells, check dams, anicuts, etc, and then we have separate layers for the rivers, roads, protected areas, etc. It is interesting to see how the watershed in Rawachh works and why certain wells have succeeded and others haven't. I think that the final product will be a great help to the villagers.
Trekking Photo:


I went to the field almost everyday last week - trekking and collecting data. After work on Wednesday, Namrata invited us all over to a nice restaurant for a rain dance! She is friends with the owners of the restaurant and they organized this ridiculous event on the roof of the building. They set up hoses on the roof and had a DJ playing crazy Indian music. We were all dancing in a circle (Indian style, of course) getting soaked. A Indian TV News show came and interviewed us - we ended up on the nightly news. During the interview, Jon said "Upar kya hai?", which means "what's up" in Hindi, but it isn't slang here and literally means "what is up?". That part ended up on the news - hysterical! It was so much fun until night fell and we were freezing. They gave us chai to warm us up. I was so happy to see the other interns because I have been overwhelmed with work lately that I haven't able to see them that much.

And oh did that rain dance work! The monsoon hit hard the next couple of days. I was in the field with Sham on Thursday. We were trekking through Tegra village and our guide brought us on a "short-cut" back to the village over a mountain. We reached the peak of the mountain (almost 1000 m) when the rains started coming down. Within minutes, I was drenched completely - not even enough time to get my raincoat out. We had to climb down the mountain through the rain trying not to slip on the rocks - definitely an experience. Back at the village, FES organized a festival to celebrate the rains so there was lots of music, dancing, and eating. One of my co-workers, Leena, convinced/forced me to join in a dance and one of my other co-workers caught me "dancing" (more like me walking awkwardly in a circle with my arms up) on video and oh my god! did they looooooove that video in the office. For the next couple of days, they played that video over and over, usually around 5 times in a row, laughing hysterical. I have been teased relentlessly for the awkwardness. They still bring it up - sooooo embarassing.
Saturday night, we all went over to Namrata's house and Yeye made us some yummy chinese food. Sunday, Sham let me leave work early around 4 and I got my first couple of hours of free time in 2 weeks. I went to the local coffee shop (Cafe Coffee Day), sat on the couch, and read Atlas Shrugged - it was amazing! Some of the other interns came too and we went out to dinner at Lakeshore Hotel, which is right on the Lake Pichola. Monday, I was in the office with not much to do. After work, Namrata organized a dinner for us at Abne Dane, which is like a traditional touristy village with a zoo, camel rides, a magic show, a puppet show, dancing, etc. We watched some of the shows and then ate dinner on mats.
Tuesday, Udaipur had its annual festival celebrating greenery/the monsoon rains - so no work! It was my first day off in 2 weeks. I slept late and my family took me saree shopping in the morning. We went to 3 different saree places. Here's the way it works: You sit in front of a platform area and the workers show different sarees to you by throwing them in the air to capture the movement and light. It was a beautiful experience, but I felt so bad for the workers that had to refold the huge piles of sarees that accumulated. My host mom and sister explained the different types of sarees to me - what's worn when, what season, what occasion, which materials are more expensive, etc, etc. I really enjoyed myself and ended up buying a beautiful purple saree - similar to the one that my host sister let me borrow - only it has a gorgeous silver pattern woven along the edges.
In terms of the festival, it's the one day of the year that villagers come to the city and it was mania. There were people everywhere! It was a massive carnival along Lake Fateh Sagar. Just imagine being surrounded by thousands of people all making tons of noise blowing into horns - that's what I remember. I went with a group of the interns and we rode the Viking Ship Ride (not at all safe - it looked like it was about to fall apart, plus there were no safety belts/bars), bought some crazy hats with whistles, and walked through the whole event. So, of course, we got stared at a ton - different groups of Indian boys would periodically follow us around blowing horns at us, yelling, singing, etc, etc. It got old after a while and we were all pooped by the time we finished the lake. One good thing that came out of the festival is that a picture of Jon, Ryan, and Michael made it onto the front page of the Rajasthani newspaper. So with the news show and the paper picture, we have turned into mini celebrities!
That night, my supervisor from FES, Mitul, invited Jon and me over for dinner at house. We went over and chilled with a small group of his friends. Mitul is obsessed with Che so there were pictures of Che all over his wall. We sat on the floor talking and drinking listening to Bob Marley, John Lennon, Tracy Chapman and all sorts of other mellow music. We played some cards and talked, but I felt like we should have been discussing serious philosophical topics and revolutionary ideas - it would have fit the mood much better.
Last night, it was Data's birthday (my host grandfather) so Shweta, my host sister, and I baked a cake. The family had a couple of friends over to celebrate and we ate the most delicous food - chili paneer and chicken masala (my first non-veg experience with the family). Now, my host sister wants to teach me how to cook more Indian food and she wants me to teach her how to make pasta and cookies. My family is absolutely amazing and already telling me how much they are going to miss me. On a side note, whenever I get back from the field at night with my walking stick, my host father says "Welcome home, Ghandiji" - which I find hysterical.
I have to go to a meeting now. Please write me more!!! I would appreciate more emails!








