Since deciding to go to India ( just a few short months ago), I find myself being the object of great admiration and praise. People just won’t shut-up about how awesome I am! I totally don’t deserve it. Sure, I’m risking my life to go into a country that has sweeping blackouts and parasite laden water to help the sick and underprivileged. But, whatever, I’m no hero.
Seriously though, you wanna know why I’m going to India in 3 days? It’s because I don’t speak Spanish. Really, that is the entire reason. See, I originally found out about this volunteer tourism thing through a friend of mine who went to Guatemala. She made safe stoves for cooking and gave basic healthcare to a bunch of indigenous tribal people. I (always looking for a reason to travel) thought that sounded like an amazing way to spend the summer and have someone else pay for me to galavant around the southern hemisphere. Turns out it is actually very expensive and they didn’t want me!! Apparently, my super modest friend never told me she speaks fluent Spanish and is a total humanitarian badass! But since I’m extremely stubborn and had already drank 4 double shot chai lattes, I was far too invested to give up. Luckily, the very patient lady emailed and said they needed a resolute underachiever for a position in Northern India and she thought I would be perfect for it. So today, on this very rainy Memorial Day, I am charging my camera battery and packing my ink pens and inhaler for an adventure of a lifetime. No need to thank me.