In January of 2010, I went to India with YWAM (Youth with a Mission). We spend a month, mostly in the region of Goa, working in preschools. But lets not get ahead of ourselves just yet.
We, our little group of friends, flew into Mumbai just as the sun was beginning to rise. This was the place that I had previously promised that I would never visit even if someone paid for my ticket. This was the place I swore never to go. This was the place we went. India.
All around my ears were hearing a slew of new languages,and the honking of cheerfully painted semis. My skin was soaking in the welcome heat because January is usually cold in my Pacific Northwest. The smell...oh the smell. The air was laden with spices, cinnamon, curry, and cumin, all of which are vying for attention. Underneath the spices lingered the heavy scent of garbage. As one of the largest cities in the globe, Mumbai is so filled with people that only 1/3 of the garbage is picked up each day. Or so I was told while I was there. That being said, the deliciously spiced air is also tainted with the scent of garbage. My eyes were taking in the colors, Mumbai is so full of colors; bright pinks, yellows, greens, oranges, creamy whites. It was fabulous.
There we were on a new adventure, but due to a mix up with our hosts, our living quarters weren't quite ready. So we crashed in an empty apartment that we rented for the afternoon. Below is the view from the apartment. After a few hours of rest, two of us ventured out to find sustenance because frankly airplane food doesn't really cut it. I tasted my first authentic samosa that day, it was like...fire! My tongue had never before and never since tasted anything so spicy. It was ridiculously hot. As a group, we decided to never purchase those again. And we didn't. More to come.