On Saturday, March 24, 2007, a group of adventurous Bridge School students and a couple of chaperones crammed themselves into an airplane, flew across timezones until they couldn't see straight, cruised through airports in a blur, and were finally met in New Delhi by their driver who whisked them off through a foreign world to their hotel.

Lucy explains Carter's eyes: I'm going to start from the beginning. Sooooo......we have been waiting in the Chicago airport for about 3 hours, anxious to get home to Boulder, when we finally hear, "Flight 192 to Denver's gate has been changed to E 12. Please proceed to that gate and begin boarding." So we gather up our belongings and hustle down the terminal walkway, around three corners, up and escalator, exit section B, and go down terminal walkway E to gate 12. Then we collapse and wait for our section of the plane to be called to board. After waiting about 20 minutes we hear, "Flight 192 to Denver's gate has been changed to B 4. Please proceed to that gate." Then we hear an angry groan from the crowd of people who are traveling to Denver also. Then we and the crowd walk down terminal walkway E, enter section B, go down and escalator, around three corners, and go down terminal walkway B to gate 4. Finally we board the plane and take our seats. Malia and Jorge are at work making something before any of us have even gotten settled. We have no idea what they're doing, but we're pretty sure that they're making something strange. Indeed, they were. I was wondering why they had been asking everyone for their barf bags and then I noticed that they were making hand puppets (see pic below). They were sooooooo FUNNY!!!!! I still have them. Anyway, my mom, Laura, starts drawing something and then she tells Carter to put it under his glasses. What she drew was a pair of fake eyes and we all laughed, so he made a funny face and that's when I happened to take the picture. It just turns out that our plane had some electronic difficulties and so we were on the ground for an hour while they tried to fix it. It turns out that they couldn't fix it so we had to change planes and gates AGAIN. The moral to this story is "never be too anxious to get home because it'll probably end up taking a lifetime!"

After 16 hours in the sky flying over Greenland and Kabul, and over our Boulder's sister city Dushanbe, we touched down on the 25th of March.

Lucy is a little pixelated. It happens sometimes.

Brianna: My most memorable event in India was the three-hour-turned-into-ten-hour-taxi-ride. Carter, Lucy, Chai Baba, and I were in close quarters for a long time. By the end of the taxi trip, we all went a little stir crazy, and Carter ended up wearing a Krrish mask.

Lucy: When we entered Hotel Relax, the first night we arrived in Delhi, we were waiting in a bland room with two wooden benches and a pole protruding from the floor to the ceiling. While we waited to get our rooms, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. A twinkling elephant statue and other shiny trinkets. It looked like some sort of shrine so I walked over to examine it closer. It was really small so I zoomed in all the way on my camera and, snap, took a picture. I could never figure out what was in the incased, glass, "goopy" thing.

We took a day trip south from New Delhi to the Taj Mahal, which, unbeknownst to those who haven't been there, has been placed gently on site by an extremely large lady in a red scarf vaguely resembling Malia. Coincidently, she is attended by two authentic Indian boys, vaguely resembling Jorge and Yates, who routinely welcome people into the Taj Mahal as if it were their home.

Keeley: We were leaving the "Baby Taj Mahal" in Agra, and Malia decided to go out of the wooden gate first. We watched her stick her head out and quickly pull herself back in, looking frazzled. She then exclaimed, laughing, about how she was swarmed by all the Indian vendors trying to sell their trinkets to her.