My dad and I took an autorickshaw from our village to Kadod High School to meet two more fellows. These girls were living at the school in a house next to the Principal’s home on campus. The girls were ever so sweet and welcoming. I had the opportunity to attend classes with them, where they taught English lessons. I had the chance to meet the principal, who told me that they were very impressed with Nanubhai Education Foundation. Nanubhai was the principal of Kadod High School. He retired many years ago and started his own polytechnic school. The current principal knew who my family was. In fact, on this trip I learned that my grandfather attended Kadod High School, as well as my dad’s sister. I learned that my grandfather was fluent in English. As I walked through the halls, I thought about what it must have been like for them to be young and daydreamers. My grandfather had wanted to leave India, but unfortunately in his lifetime the government never granted him a visa. The same goes for my grandmother who only finished 4th Standard at another local school before marrying my grandfather when she was age 13. What a different time that was. Neither of my grandparents had the opportunity to visit America. Back to Kadod, the kids were rowdy. I just don’t know where they get the energy in the heat of India. They are always squirming and talking during lessons. At Kadod, one of the fellows walked me to the nearby hostel that was built for students whose parents left them to study for the year. This is common for parents who can afford it. It is also a common practice for Indian parents abroad. Many return to India to leave their children in a boarding school. When we went the hostel, we had to cross a bridge, where the Fellow pointed out the trash that was thrown overboard into the water and the grass. I notice a dark colored pig roaming through the trash. In fact, there were many pigs that roam around Kadod, amongst the many different types of animals that they have out there. After my visit to Kadod High School, we took the autorickshaw to see my Foi and Fuwa's (dad's sister and husband) village Sevni. I spent the afternoon hanging out with them. Sitting on their balcony swing chair all afternoon and sipping hot chai. Later I got ready to go to Jignesh's garba. Jignesh grew up down the road from me in Fort Lauderdale. He was getting married so they were hosting a garba (event where you dance). I had a great time. I finally got to do garba after all these years!! It is a traditional gujarati folk dance. It was a great time. They had international foods. I had some ice cream! Ice cream in India is amazing! We could not stay late because of the danger of traveling in the night. We spent the night in Sevni at my Aunt’s house.