A Goan Vacation

Back from Goa, and it was everything I was promised it would be.  As you may know, Goa is the state directly South of Maharashtra famous for its beaches and tourism.  It is the vacationing spot of India, and attracts more foreigners than anywhere else in the country, spare possibly the Taj Mahal.  While the majority of India was under the control of the British, Portugal claimed Goa as its chief port leading to a strong Christian presence in the state.  This Portuguese/Christian background along with the tourism-centered economy differentiates Goan culture from the rest of the country, and made for quite an interesting and enjoying week.

We stayed at a quality resort only a few minutes from the beach, and spent hours swimming and relaxing each day.  Though I have missed a good Minnesota winter, I took solace in the thought that I was enjoying weather nearly 100 degrees warmer than back home.  Oh, and we saw dolphins.  I do not think that anyone would deny that’s pretty cool.  On the cultural experience front, we took several short trips around the state to visit several of the tourist hot spots.  The coolest place we saw was the Basilica Bom Jesus (which to our Brazilian and Portuguese friends means “Good Jesus”).  This beautiful cathedral is best known for housing the body of Saint Francis Xavier.  His remains are extremely well-preserved (holy influence, according to the church) and are only put on display once a decade which, unfortunately for us, is set to occur next year.

Apart from beach-going and sight-seeing, I experienced one aspect of Goan culture vastly different from that of any other place I have visited in the past six months: nearly half of the people around me were white.  Now, I do my best not to notice race, but in India, Caucasian means foreign and it is always interesting to be around people who view India through a lens similar to mine.  Another interesting difference was the abundance of small, side-of-the-road businesses selling traditionally Indian goods to all the tourists.

After three days of enjoying beach paradise with great food (and my first time whipping out the Frisbee since Northfield!), we took the train to a Pune Rotarian’s beach-front property in Maharashtra where we stayed for two days.  Unfortunately, we missed our stop and had to take a three hour bus and an hour car ride to get back to the house.  The property was nice enough and we were all drifting off to sleep when our bed gained another occupant.  I felt the little nails climbing on my shoulder and neck and woke all the guys with a yell as I hit the rat back onto the floor and tried to suppress my disgust.  Needless to say, the four of us all braved it out and decided to pack into one bed for safety.  Our final day was notably better, and involved running around on the beach, tossing the disc, and exploring some small villages and a fish market.  I could not have asked for a better week.

As for Pune, the biggest news came in the hours before departing for Goa.  I walked out of my room in the morning and immediately given a six hour warning that I was moving back to my first host family.  Packing up all my belongings and putting the finishing touches on the last blog post filled essentially filled my day until I left for Goa.  Now I am back in my first house in the same room with the same bed and the same family, and I like the familiarity.  Also, I now live about one-third as far from everything as I used to and I can walk some places.  Life is pretty good.  Another update soon, have no fear.  

South Tour: The Final Saga

Here it is, the final adventures of South Tour.  I left you at the southernmost tip of India in Kanyakumari with cheap soccer jerseys, an obscene number of flag pics, and the sketchiest tattoo parlor on the planet.  From there we entered Kerala and took our first of many backwater rides for which the state is famous.  The surroundings were so perfect I could envision the plot of God of Small Things unraveling before me.  It was so calm, and the atmosphere was so natural I found myself also thinking about Heart of Darkness.  I loved how isolated we seemed to be from the rest of the world.  Eventually our boat came out of the backwaters and hit a sandbar separating the freshwater rivers of Kerala from the Arabian Sea.  Needless to say, we all abandoned decorum and ran into the waves, soaking all our clothes.  Luckily, this was only a small taste of our time in Kerala.

By the time we reached Kovalam it was dark, but that hardly stopped us from running into the sea again.  You can imagine our excitement when we realized our hotel was only a 30 second walk from the beach!  The next morning we all rose early in order to fully enjoy our day at the beach.  We discovered that not only was the city beautiful and calm, but full of foreigners and restaurants with international foods.  This was like exchange student paradise!  We swam in the Arabian sea all day, ate great food, and enjoyed some down time in a gorgeous place.  The one and a half days we spent in Kovalam were the most relaxing of the trip.

After we left our little utopia, we headed on another backwater boat ride before arriving at our final location: Cochin.  It was a nice little city, and we saw some pretty interesting things.  However, the main attraction of Cochin, our elephant ride, was canceled.  This was the biggest disappointment of our trip, because riding an elephant is one of the things we had all looked forward to most.  We have since had the opportunity to touch and take pictures with an elephant, but riding one is certainly on our India bucket list.  Our last night we saw a classic Kathakali dance, which was truly interesting.  Kathakali is an extremely old and intricate dance style that has its roots in Kerala.  It takes many years of attending a special school to be ready to perform.  The dance is a silent method of story-telling, and combines acting with actions similar to sign language.  The play follows a script, and each word has its unique step and hand movement.  The only sound is that of the accompanying drums and singer.  It is truly captivating, and is quite an elaborate production, something that I would highly recommend to anyone with an opportunity to see it.  

Complete map of cities we visited on South Tour (click to enlarge)

The next morning, we got on another AC sleeper coach train that would take us all the way back to Pune.  I’ve already talked about that experience, so I’ll save the details.  This train ride took an entire 24 hours, passing my flight from Minneapolis to Mumbai as the longest journey of my life.  One day later, we arrived back in Pune (at 5 in the morning).  It felt so strange to come back home after over two weeks of traveling and experiencing new parts of India, but it was also a welcome relief.  And so ends the epic tales of South India.  I’m all caught up on blogging, and it only took me two months to do it.  To save myself from repeating this mistake, I’m going to try to procrastinate a little less and blog religiously after trips, starting with Goa tomorrow!  I’ll do my best to have fun at the beach while you watch some football and good commercials in below freezing weather.  Bon voyage (again)!

Camels, Kites, and Chloride (NaCl)

Back again, and I hope your week was as good as mine!  I apologize for the title, it is really corny.  For those of you wondering where the salt comes in (NaCl), just hold on.  As you likely know, I recently returned from yet another Rotary trip (they never seem to end, and we’re just getting started!), this one to the state North of Maharashtra, Gujarat.  A bit of background: Gujarat is pretty traditional it seems, reflected by the nearly twice as many people adhering to a pure-veg diet as well as the state-wide prohibition of alcohol.  The people speak Gujarati, a language that looks like Hindi without the line at the top of the letters, and the state has quite a diversity of ecosystems including a large section of desert. 

On the night of the 10th we departed for Ahmedabad, the largest city of Gujarat, in our 16-person mini bus which became our home for the week.  It was rather cramped and we all got little sleep on our several overnight bus journeys.  With relief we arrived in Ahmedabad and were greeted by some Rotarians, our host families for two days.  The hospitality shown to us while in their care would blow your mind.  Not only were we given free stay, but they paid for all of the great food we ate and places we visited.  We experienced a traditional Gujarati meal, a temple, an ashram, a boat ride powered by an Indian guy with a long stick, and the opening of the kite festival which turned out to be a weird rock concert (including an…interesting interpretation of Bon Jovi’s “It’s My Life”).  It was generally very fun and we enjoyed our time in Ahmedabad.

Another overnight bus ride took us to Bhuj and our hotel for the next three days and two nights.  From this base we visited the Kutch desert festival, which was essentially a small touristy place in the middle of a very dry place.  There was a fair amount of information on the desert and people who have lived there, but this was not the most popular event among our group.  After this, however, we drove to the vast expanse of flat land that we simply called the “Salt Desert”.  The area immediately surrounding the parking area was some interesting kind of sand (presumably mixed with salt) which had the properties and consistency of a wet beach, but somehow accomplished this without the water.  As we began walking (skipping, running, and all other manners of frolicking), the ground became gradually covered by an increasing layer of salt until it appeared that we were in the middle of rural Minnesota after a snowfall.  Since I have been missing my Minnesota weather, it was fun to pretend.

The next day we experienced the true kite day festivities from the roof of a local Rotarian’s house.  My only basis for what to expect coming from The Kite Runner, I was surprised to find that the festival involves essentially the entire city flying kite after kite endlessly from the tops of buildings, stopping only to reel in a wire cut from a neighboring kite in order to tie it to the next kite on the pile.  From my rooftop I could see hundreds of kites filling the sky, and witnessed many humorous attempts by our group to send a kite up into the fray.  The rest of the trip found us riding camels on a beach (not quite a desert safari, but enjoyable nonetheless), running into the Arabian Sea (in the middle of “Winter” to the amazement of all the Indians near us), lifting floating lanterns into the sky, and watching fireworks.  It was a full and exciting two days, and though I did not get a satisfactory picture of the kites in the sky, a photo I took on our final morning gives a good sense of the extent of the festivities.  I genuinely enjoyed this trip for both experiencing an alternate side of Indian culture and for the pure fun we had.  Now that I have finished this post, I need to get working on the next to wrap up the tales of South India since I leave again in just over a week on another trip.  Tough life, huh?  

The Further Adventures of South India

The tales of South Tour beg telling, so here we go again!  When I left off, we had just experienced a water and light garden place near Mysore to finish out November 23^rd.  Wow, I am further behind than I realized.  On the 24^th we explored more of Mysore including a bird sanctuary which featured a boat ride near some lazy-yet-scary looking crocodiles (see Trent cowering in fear at right).  We also got our first taste of tall Indian towers and visited the famous Mysore Palace, both of which were quite impressive.  After sightseeing, we headed over to the Mysore bus station where we boarded our luxurious overnight traveling hotel.  It was bad.  This bus was pretty cramped and we shared it with many Indians who were not overly friendly.

After some futile attempts at a good night’s sleep, we arrived in Kodaikanal early the next morning.  The hotel looked a little shabby from the outside, but we were greeted with a hearty breakfast of French toast and Indian-style omelets before collapsing in our beds to make up for sleep.  The rooms were surprisingly large and nicely-furnished which was great.  We found, to our surprise, that Kodai (that’s what we experienced Indian travelers call it) was about 20 degrees cooler than Mysore so we all rushed to grab our jeans and long-sleeved shirts.  Kodaikanal was probably my favorite city on South tour simply because it felt most comfortable to me.  Here I am in India, population well over a billion, and I find myself in this quiet city in the mountains with beautiful surroundings and an abundance of foreigners.  I discovered that in some way it reminded me of Grand Marais, which only made me feel more at home there.  Our stay in Kodai was marked mainly by observing the great views and walking around the town meeting an array of interesting people like a German priest and some French guy with really long dreadlocks who told us the way to the pizza restaurant.

Unfortunately, Kodaikanal also marked the beginning of our group’s declining health and several people got pretty sick.  As we left our home in the hills, it only got worse and spread to more of the group.  Luckily, this illness would make you feel bad for approximately 24 hours before vanishing, and a day later you would feel fine.  Through Madurai and Kanyakumari, 16 of us got sick at some point which certainly put a damper on our enthusiasm. 

However, that did not stop us from seeing amazing sights like the towers in Madurai.  These huge buildings are really beyond words, and were utterly spectacular.  There are four major towers (North, South, East, and West) and a number of smaller ones, each detailing hundreds of gods.  They are one of the most famous buildings in India next to the Taj, and were definitely the most amazing things we saw.  Really magnificent.

After Madurai we headed to the Southern tip of India at Kanyakumari.  We took a ferry ride out to a nearby island where we mostly meandered aimlessly and took a bunch of flag photos.  Kanyakumari is where the Indian Ocean, Arabian Sea, and Bay of Bengal meet and I have never seen so much water.  It’s much cooler to think about than to see, because all you see is miles of water everywhere.  On shore there were a bunch of guys selling really cheap soccer jerseys.  The quality wasn’t that great, but they were only 100 rupees!  That’s like $1.83.  I really regret not getting a few, even if they weren’t that great.  The most interesting part of Kanyakumari was the street tattoo guy, as in sit down and for a few hundred rupees this guy will give you a tattoo.  One of the sketchiest things we saw on the trip.

Here ends part two of South trip.  To catch you up on Pune, things are going great.  On Saturday we had the Rotary district conference, where all of us Pune exchangers performed two traditional Indian dances for the Rotarians.  I do not yet have the video, but I’ll do my best to get a hold of it.  The rest of the conference was long and boring, but the food was great and dinner was accompanied by a bunch of dancing.  Now, as anyone who knows me is aware, I am not a good dancer.  Dancing really isn’t my thing.  I’d much rather be making the music.  However, Indian dancing is a whole different story.  It’s just a ton of people doing random moves and having a great time.  All of us went a little crazy and danced for a long time.  As we found out, the four D’s do not apply to Rotarians and some of them went a little overboard with the alcohol.  It was nothing bad, but they got a little too close and yelled a little too loud in my ear when welcoming me to various events hosted by their clubs.  It was actually pretty amusing.

 

After returning from the conference I got a call from my Hyderabad family the Dawsons (Rachael, their daughter, stayed with my family in Northfield for three months) telling me they would be in Pune for two days and inviting me to come to a wedding reception.  I was thrilled, and of course I wanted to join them.  I was picked up by Jasper Dawson and his friend Raju, the father of the bride.  As seems to be the case in India, I was welcomed wholeheartedly and the hospitality was nearing on excessive.  Because I knew the Dawsons, I was not only invited to the wedding reception but also offered a room in their apartment.  India!  The next day I said goodbye to the Dawsons after nearly 24 hours together, and I can’t wait to see them again.  Sometime between trips, I have been invited to come down to Hyderabad and stay with them for a week and I am eager to take them up on it. 

It is truly astounding how many connections Rotary continues to bring me and I am so grateful.  My exchange seems to keep getting better, and I am beginning to dread the inevitable time when I leave India (in addition to my excitement at being back in Northfield, of course).  I guess I will just have to come back!  Speaking of more travel, I leave tonight for a week-long trip to Gujarat, the state to the North of Maharashtra where Ted Meyer stayed in Surat two years ago.  We are going to see the kite festival featured in “The Kite Runner” as well as experience some intriguing desert festival.  I’m sure it will be fantastic, but I am anxious about all the blogging I have ahead of me.  I guess that’s the price of having so many experiences!  Until next time.

The Hindu Holiday Season

Happy New Year!  It has been quite an interesting two weeks since I last posted, and I thought I would take a break from South Trip to talk about the holiday season.  Long before setting foot in India that exchange students go through many ups and downs, especially during the holidays.  Of course I have experienced my fair share of the "emotional roller coaster", and expected Christmas in a non-Christian country to be a bummer.  However, I was determined to bring India some holiday cheer.  With some materials from my family, I decorated my own makeshift Christmas tree and set out some presents.  I also had my own Christmas service of sorts by listening to the St. Olaf Christmas festival from 2011.  The cherry on top was my Christmas skype-a-thon with my family back home.  I got to sit in on the Christmas dinner as well as the opening of the presents.  Technology!  All of the contact with home made it so I hardly missed a thing.  Plus, I got lefse, Christmas food of Minnesotan champions!  All in all, it was probably the best Christmas one can have in a country that doesn't celebrate it, and certainly one that I will remember forever.

New Years in India is traditionally celebrated amongst family, which is different from my traditional several parties in one night plan.  However, this turned out to be a terrific chance to meet all of my extended family on my dad's side.  The most fun were my cousins, of which there were six or seven.  They were outgoing and engaging, and helped me to have a great time.  We played games, danced, and talked a lot about my experience so far in India.  I also acted as Minnesota ambassador and salesperson, and got all of them interested in coming to visit at some point.  One difference in India is that many people I have met have declared they will come stay with me in Minnesota sometime in the future.  I doubt that it will happen for nearly all if any of them, but it says something about the great hospitality here.  The night was not at all what I expected for the end of 2012, but it was a lot of fun.  

Now, fireworks and resolutions are all good, but I was looking forward to New Years not only as a holiday, but as a rough half-way point to my exchange.  That's right, I'm HALF-WAY DONE.  It is so hard to believe, but my year in India has passed so much faster than I could have imagined.  I look back on what I could do here five months ago and am amazed at all that I have learned.  I have met so many amazing people who have taught me so much about their culture as well as my own.  This year truly is an extraordinary experience and I wouldn't give it up for anything.  Realizing that my time here will pass much quicker than I anticipated has renewed my excitement at being here, and pushed me to make some goals.  Essentially, they come to making the most of every day and enjoying the limited time I have to experience India.  Hopefully, you all have made some resolutions of your own and enjoyed your holiday season as much as I did.  Happy New Year, and may it come with as many surprises and opportunities as the last!

South India Tour Part 1

Well, it’s official.  Your favorite exchange student in India is also the world’s laziest blogger.  It has been over two weeks since I got back to Pune, and I have a lot of catching up to do.  Let’s go back one month.

I woke bright and early on November 18^th and met the other nine exchange students at the Pune train station.  This was my first real train ride ever, so it was an exciting 15 minutes followed by a boring eight hours to Hyderabad.  On arrival, took a bus to our hotel and were able to see some of the city.  This was the most attractive city I had been to so far in India: the streets were relatively clean, there were many modern buildings, and there was a lake with a cool island statue of some important-looking guy.  We were all fairly impressed, and no one objected to spending three days there.  After settling into our rooms we got back on the bus with the other eight exchange students from Coimbatore, Tamil Nadu and got acquainted as we toured this really cool white temple.  It was truly beautiful, but it seems all the best buildings in India have invoked strict rules against photography.  Bummer.

The second day was a trip to Ramoji City.  Ramoji is sort of like a Bollywood version of Universal Studios with some rides and stuff about filming movies.  I do not know whether there are fewer foreigners in South India or whether it is just a cultural difference with the North, but nearly every person in the park wanted a picture taken with us.  It was fun at first but it got weird pretty quickly, and one family got me to pick up their daughter for a photo.  The park itself was not that impressive, and the one thing that sticks out in my mind is the Wild West Show they put on.  It was a bizarre mix of a few misplaced stereotypes of the Wild West and some pretty bad Bollywood/Kung Fu style fight scenes.  All of the Americans assured the other exchange students that it was 100% accurate.  On the whole, Ramoji was rather ridiculously touristy and we all agreed that we would rather have seen some more temples or authentic pieces of Indian culture.

 

The rest of our time in Hyderabad was more enjoyable and included street shopping and several cool traditional places like an amazing fort called Golconda.  This fort on a hill had a captivating history that tied in with the founding of Hyderabad. 

Our stay in Hyderabad was followed by an overnight train ride to Bangalore.  For those of you who have not had the unpleasant experience of traveling via three-tier Indian sleeper coach, it is cramped and lacks the luxury that the European exchange students expected of a train.  Luckily, we were all in the same ‘rooms’ of six beds so did not have to deal with strangers.  Regardless, it was a long and boring journey.  Essentially the only positive aspect of sleeper coaches is that they are economical.

We spent only one day in Bangalore and saw very little of the city, though we made up for it in animals.  We visited the Bangalore zoo and rode on an animal safari of sorts.  It was cool.  We saw a bunch of animals.  Your typical lions, tigers, bears, you get the picture.  After this, we departed for Mysore and enjoyed a garden and Muslim temple along the way.  On arrival, we visited a beautiful garden area that featured hundreds of fountains that lit up at night.  It was very pretty, and quite difficult to do justice with a photo.  We even met an American couple at the restaurant who were about to return home after their two month stay in India.  It was extremely enjoyable.

That’s a good start on the trip so I’ll stop there for now.  It is only about a third of all the experiences I had, but a lot has happened since I returned that I need to talk about.  For the next few blog posts I’ll do a two parts South tour and one part recent events in Pune kind of deal.  Skipping ahead to the end of the trip on December 5^th, our train arrived at 5:30 am and my host father promptly picked me up and drove me back home, where good and bad news awaited me.  Good news: my family finally installed wifi!  Bad news: I only got to enjoy it for one day because I would move to my next host family on the 6^th.

That’s the big news of the month; I have now moved in with my second host family and am well-settled.  I now stay on the outskirts of Pune in a roomy bungalow with the Deshpande family, where I have a younger brother, Parth in 11^th standard, and a younger sister, Priya in 9^th, along with a host grandmother and a lovely 110 pound German Shepherd guard dog named Daisy.  Daisy was at first very territorial, but quickly became accustomed to me and we became fast friends.  I am extremely comfortable in my new setting and my new family has made me feel welcome.  I live pretty far from the heart of Pune, but I am only a few minutes from Axel so we share a rickshaw whenever we need to go anywhere.

I have been staying relatively busy this month between my new host family, hanging out more with my fellow exchange students, and daily dance practice.  Yep, dance practice.  In order to show off our culture-fulness, all the exchange students will be performing two traditional-style dances at the Rotary district conference in January.  We are working hard and improving quickly, and it is sure to be a crowd-pleasing performance.  I will try to get a hold of the inevitable video footage. 

I think that is enough for this post.  I apologize for the extremely long wait, and I promise the next update will come sooner.  Also, congratulations on surviving the apocalypse.  

Diwali and Thanksgiving

Here I am, thousands of miles away from home, and I can still feel the exasperation of my dad as I procrastinate packing for my upcoming trip.  “Make a list!” he says.  “You should have packed yesterday!”  Now, I have not discussed packing in any way, shape, or form since the day (ok, maybe the hours) before departing MSP what seems like a lifetime ago to begin my exchange here.  However, I have found that simply being on the other side of the world cannot make that little voice in your head go away.  You could hardly tell by looking, but I am currently in the midst of packing for my tour of South India beginning tomorrow and have not had a fit of madness which provoked me to violently throw my belongings around my room.  I like to think that I have made some progress and that there is indeed a method to my madness. 

Regardless, I seem to be getting ahead of myself.  Since I last blogged, I have experienced firsthand the relentless overstimulation and chaos that is Diwali.  It is difficult to describe Diwali but loud, crazy, and frightening come to mind.  Now I will not say that it is not an incredibly enjoyable festival, because that would be completely untrue.  It was immensely entertaining and a great deal of fun, and the enthusiasm and excitement was contagious.  Kids ran everywhere with sparklers, matches, and an alarming array of explosives.  I should mention that as far as I know, there are no restrictions on fireworks during Diwali in either size of the explosive or age of the buyer.  This, in addition to the ridiculously cheap prices, was enough to make me a little wary, but that uneasiness fell away quickly in the midst of all the fun.  Akash and I bought a small arsenal of fireworks which was enough to provide us a steady stream of sparks and explosions throughout the festival.

Now, before you complain that this blogger is a mighty poor photographer, take a look at one of the best turnouts of the pictures I took.  It may still be my fault, but I have searched my camera’s settings and tried nearly every possible combination, but without success.  Firecrackers are difficult to photograph, especially with an old point-and-shoot like mine.

Enough of my excuses.  On the day before Diwali, November 10^th, I went shopping with my host mom and brother, because buying new clothes for the festival is just something you do.  I received an awesome new maroon kurta (light, long-sleeved shirt that goes down to your knees) and the accompanying white, poofy pyjamas (awesome pants that actually make sense to wear in the heat).  I wore this new outfit to all the formal events of the festival, and they fit really well.  I was pretty excited to have some Indian clothes other than the plain white ensemble I wore for the Ganpati celebrations.

One week later, full of lights and explosions far surpassing the 4^th of July and Christmas combined, and here I am, packing for my trip.  Tomorrow morning I will wake bright and early and board a train which will take me (along with another nine exchange students) to Hyderabad, hometown of my host sister Rachael in Northfield, where we will check into our hotel and meet the other eight exchange students joining us on this trip.  The 18 of us will spend the next two and a half weeks traveling around southern India.  From what I have heard, this trip promises to be one of the highlights of my year and I cannot wait to begin!  We have quite the itinerary (including a stay in Kerala, where I will do my best to avoid all interaction with Orangedrink, Lemondrink men) and I am sure I will have multiple posts worth of experiences to share along with a ridiculous number of pictures.

Assuming I can pull myself together long enough to complete my packing, I will have an amazing trip filled with all manner of new experiences.  I am not bringing my laptop on the trip, so do not expect an update until I get back on December 5^th.

Seeing as I will be gone for Thanksgiving, I would like to take a moment before I leave to share some things for which I am grateful.  Rotary said that this year would give us a new perspective of and appreciation for our home, and I have certainly experienced more than my fair share thus far.  Seeing all of the poverty that surrounds even the most luxurious lifestyle in India has made me aware of the very high standard of living that we demand and that our government provides for us.  There are so many things which I never gave a second thought, which I now appreciate so much more.  I find myself thankful for nearly every aspect of my American life: a fantastic school, caring teachers and neighbors, a hometown that smells like cereal, so many opportunities that I could never take advantage of them all, and a community of family and friends that I hardly feel I deserve.  I am also immensely grateful to Rotary for providing this inimitable opportunity to experience a new part of the world and understand an entirely different culture.  There is certainly no substitute, and I, along with all the other exchange students you support, owe a great deal of thanks to Rotary and all Rotarians who have helped me to be where I am. 

Now, I need to get back to packing.  I suppose the thought of my trip should be sufficient motivation.  To everyone back home, enjoy your turkeys and eat as much food as humanly possible for all of the exchange students wishing we could celebrate with you.  Happy Thanksgiving!