Hey guys so I think the last time I wrote I was in Aurangabad at the Ellora Caves. Since we have gotten back to Mumbai a lot has happened. We came back on Sunday night and unpacked, did our "laundry" and all that. Then on Monday morning we left for a suburb/neighboring village called Panvel. We were told there wasn't going to be air-conditioning and that we would be living under mosquito nets again. We thought it wouldn't be that bad considering that in Than Goan we were pretty much camping and carrying buckets for our showers. We got there after a hour long train ride and a hour long jeep ride to the "Shantivan campus". They only had one room with two beds for three girls. They said they would clean out another one for Katie (the girl that's from the U.S). So we look around and see a rotten bag of onions and dirty dishes in our "kitchenette" as I like to call it. It smells like rotten onions and there are hundreds of mosquitos biting me. There are also a pair of dirty men's underwear in the bathroom. I get into my bed and look up to see dirt spots and huge brown spiders on top of the net. Great. So I take a nap and wake up to see if it is any cooler outside. It turns out it is a lot cooler outside of our prison cell mosquito nets. As I walk outside a white man asks me if I want to go to prayer, I say no. We don't even get an orientation or a tour of the land. Actually we didn't even get a clinical schedule. So we finally get a room for Katie that has no hot water, no fan, no mosquito net, a squat toilet and fecal matter all over the floor. In both of our bathrooms there are black, yellow and red frogs hopping around. As I recall from biology these are warning colors, so I freak out thinking they are poisonous. Great. No one speaks English so we can't ask them to remove the frogs without playing charades. Katie decides to stick her frog in a bucket of water and we ask her to do the same for ours. No one takes the onions and dishes so we lug this 50 lb. bag outside. Our dinner is smoky tasting rice and green beans with hot, salty water. Yuck. The next day we are sent in a jeep with no idea where we are going. It turns out we are going to a hospital/clinic one hour away. We get there and the doctor does not even acknowledge us. So we eat our crackers that we bought because we only got ¼ of a cup of tomato rice for breakfast. I begin to journal about the hospital and he looks up and says, "Why are you even here if you are just going to read books and eat cookies?" So he kicks us out and his non English speaking assistant gives us the rounds of the one patient that is in this hospital/clinic. We are pretty much fed up by this time so we just walk out and try to find an auto rickshaw 30 minutes down the road. Then we go to a skin specialist in the afternoon and he is a little nicer. We bought peanut butter and jelly and water (because they didn't have any clean water there) and had that for dinner. The next day is the same, no idea what we are doing, so we call the program coordinator and complain. He says we can go back to Mumbai and apologizes. I guess this was the first time they sent students there. But we did see a tumor removed from a girl's femur and then a bone graft. We also saw the pinning of a broken humerous and the meniscus cut from a man's knee. So three good surgeries wasn't a lost cause. We came back and were finally thankful for filtered water and not as many mosquitos (even though I still get bit like 20 times a night). Lily (from Canada) and I went to a 4 star hotel pool yesterday and sat in the sun, then today we went on a really cool lion safari. I really miss you guys a lot, I am super homesick. Exactly one more month xoxoxoxox