I arrived in India at about 9 pm. Going through customs was a breeze, and my mentors Amberjade and Vinay were right there waiting for me. Then began, my driving odyssey. The first drive through Delhi was a blur of lights colors and honking. The next stretch of driving was 14 hrs, and chaotic. Here, driving is an extreme sport. It takes skills, constant vigalence and a lot of honking. At first, the honking seems totally random and very angry. Then, everything settles in to a pattern, the drivers only honk when another car, truck, motorcycle or person is in the way. There is a Highway Code, and if you follow it everything will work out. Pedestrians are lowest, then motorcyclists, then trucks and lastly, are the cars. Cars rule the world of driving here and everyone must obey.
When I arrived in my Indian Daycare and I was shocked, but not because conditions were bad or because the daycare only had one room. No, I expected those. I was shocked because the children were there to learn. They are not like American children, who consider school a place to play; they are there to learn.
As I sit in the plane, on the way to Denver, I am struck by the way the land looks. The beauty of nature is in the ever repeating lines that are formed by ridges, rivers and streams. The fractals Each time something splits there is an almost identical split somewhere else. Even the roads, built by humans, have fractal lines. I realize, looking at the strange mix of natural and artificial that nature is in control and always has been.
At home it is 9:30, but up here at 33000 ft, and fourth of the way over the Labrador Sea it is timeless. With no sense of time, and only the stillness of my surrounding cabin and seats to occupy my mind, I find it not suprising that people get jet lagged. After all, there are so many conflicting times, the airport you just left, your destination, and your home that confuse. While timezones do change, I find it is the quite between destinations that are the worst.
I was accepted into Global Leadership Adventures in November 2012 and there was a lot to do. I had to apply for a visa, get shots, a check-up, plane tickets and pay all $4,000 of my tuition. At the time, it seemed like a huge project and I wondered if I was really going. I labored to fundraise, find the things I needed, and get plane tickets throughout the long winter months with out realizing I was drawing ever closer to my goal. Then, my visa passport came back and reality hit. I was really going; My dreams were coming true. And now two days before departure from my home country, I look back and realize my dream was there the whole time, I just didn’t look hard enough.