Top five things I have learned when traveling to Uganda

While it may not be time to share the stories I have heard, there are a few things so noteworthy that I feel I must pass them along…

So, here they are so (although there will most likely be a Part 2 to this list) Continue reading

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The streets of Kolkata

 

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Last night after dinner a few of us took off to walk the streets of Kolkata.

We usually get taxis but tonight we decided to walk a little in search of  sweets. We have been warned to stay clear of any street food (and after watching how they prep I am fully in support of this), but Kolkata is known for their desserts and we figured these should be okay, right?

I know, dumb, but we did it anyways. Continue reading

TRAUMA TRAINING- THREE-DAY CONFERENCE IN KOLKATA

We just finished our second day of the workshop and it still seems surreal that we are here, like in India, teaching what we have been intensely pouring over the last few years.

And the crazy part is that the girls attending are all over it. They are eating it up, like loving it all!

I think this was our biggest fear, that what we have found so incredibly helpful in America would not translate over to the work these women are doing in India. Plus, we had all the normal fears; Would the terms not make sense to them? Would the information be way too much and they would have difficulty grasping the concepts, or even worse, would they are already know this material and therefore it would be a waste of their time. Continue reading

My Day in the Brothels- The walk through (Part 4)

My day in the Brothel- The Walk through

In case that I forgot that I was in a third world country, the internet went out at the hostel we were staying in, once we arrived in Kolkota. And without an Indian phone number we have been searching ever since.

So a little delayed, but here are parts 4 and 5.

I was gathering my belongings.

I was ready to return home- to my hostel. I felt light headed and drained. John, cocked his head to the side as he watched me,

“Do you still want to walk through the brothel?” Continue reading