You know you’re in India when…
You drive less than a mile and the rickshaw driver charges you 20 rupees and you feel totally ripped off, and then you remember that’s not even 50 cents.
The power goes out while in the middle of cooking dinner but you are un-phased because your headlamp is in arm’s reach. You were expecting it.
The power goes out in the middle of the night and stays out and you have no air-conditioning but you are un-phased because this is what you signed up for.
They don’t have hot water but you don’t care because all you wanted was a cold shower anyway.
During a 5-minute drive, the rickshaw driver has honked an average of 100 times (there are no traffic lights here, so whoever honks the loudest wins).
You can high-five the on-coming traffic when driving.
You are treated like a celebrity because you are American. People ask for pictures with you, slow down while driving to get a better look at you, and stare at you everywhere you go. But it’s fine because you love posing for their cell phone photos.
You sit in church for four hours and all you understood was “Jesu Christu.”
You even refrigerate bags of rice because the demonic ants will eat anything if you leave it out.
You use your headlamp to floss because the power went out…again.
You flinch when you get on Facebook and see people in shorts.
People living in huts made of palm fronds have flat screens bigger than yours.
You offer to pay the ladies from church who are giving you henna, but they refuse and ask for prayer instead.
You are so fully aware that your strength is not your own because you have to rely on God for enough energy just to make it through the day. And it is an AWESOME reminder.
Our henna hands from the lovely church ladies!
