May the adventures begin. We have arrived in Mumbai, and not to anyone’s surprise, it is much different than we even thought. The airport was filled with people, and the mosquitoes were visible even while waiting for our baggage. As we drove through the streets we didn’t speak much, there was too much happening around us. The smell of gasoline seemed poignant among all else. Black and yellow cabs zipped passed us honking for no apparent reason (ours included). People slept in the streets, lined like campers waiting to buy concert tickets. An old woman approached our cab at a stoplight. She was very sick, and begged with apparent need and obvious past neglect.

Our cab stopped and let us out. We arrived at the front desk only to find out that the driver dropped us at the wrong hotel! We were fifteen minutes away, without the slightest idea of where we actually were. I think the front desk felt bad for us, because they decided to personally take us to the right hotel.

I’ve been thinking of what it would be like here. Like thinking of a monster. Maybe it’ll have 4 eyes, and 3 legs, and 15 teeth. But those are still eyes, and legs, and teeth—those are things I know. I’m excited to be here and finally see what parts of the monster I may not have even known existed.

Andrew