India is like nothing I ever could have imagined, and is a place that can never truly be accurately captured with words alone. We worked today for the first time at our separate schools, mine is in the mountainous village of Sahoo. To reach this place requires an hour of driving up winding roads surrounded by mountains with pristine couloir. Traveling at 50 to 60 km we take hairpin turns on roads that by American standards would not be considered paved and typically are no wider than twelve feet. The drivers here seem to make no use of their brakes, but their horns instead. Once we reached our school I felt truly blessed to be in a place of sheer tranquility, I finally inhaled a breath of fresh mountain air and gazed upon blue skies. Working with these children for the first time I understand, to a greater extent, the issues with the education system here. These children, especially the younger ones, have a practiced talent of repeating exactly what is said to them but one can tell that there is no understanding. Throughout the day I tried to improve upon the education workshop I was teaching, part of my planned activity was to draw our families, thus I showed them my example. Unfortunately, due to the language barrier there are now approximately fifteen small children running around with pictures labeled Cedar, Rayna, and Marinda. It seems the further I get from the United States the more food becomes available for me in my vegetarian endeavor, I look forward to what is to come with great anticipation. Mom and Rayna, I love you both hope all is well, thank you for all you have done to support me in this and the life long education you have given me.