Why would you need a fan when it's only 110 degrees outside?

IT IS HOT. And that may also be a little bit of an understatement. It is sweltering. Before I get into details...here's a quick run down of my flight:

I feel a little dazed and confused. My internal clock is WAY off, so I may recollect details wrong due to my blurry mind. I left Burlington, Vermont at 11:30 am on May 20th. My mom cried when I left, and even though I had somewhat of a peace about leaving, part of me was completely terrified. The flight to JFK in New York was quick, only about 45 minutes or so. I arrived in JFK and had a LOT of time to kill before my next flight at 5:40 pm. I think I spent half of the time just kind of wandering around blankly trying to figure out what to do with myself, and the other half of the time spent thinking and attempting to focus on my book. Luckily, at the boarding area I was able to meet two of the other people going on the trip for the first time. My mind was more at ease after that. A 22 or so hour trip alone is a little too long.
Our flight left at 5:40 pm for Brussels, Belgium. We landed in a stunning, foggy, Belgium sunrise around 7:00 am (their time). It only took 6 hours to get there...but the flight felt like ETERNITY. I didn't sleep much the night before I left, so I was exhausted but didn't fall asleep because I was too cramped and couldn't get comfortable. I watched a little bit of the Fantastic Mr. Fox, and a good episode of The Office. Side note: The food on the plane was mush. While in the Brussels airport, I spent way too much money on a measly bottle of water. I then prepared myself to stay awake for the longest flight in order to combat jet lag (or attempt to reduce the effects of it). Our flight for Chennai, India left Brussels at 10:30am. The plane was much nicer than the first flight, and miraculously, the flight didn't seem as long as the first.

We arrived in Chennai around 11:30pm. I could feel the heat through the gate the second I stepped off the plane. We grabbed our luggage, and a very nice man offered to help us lift our huge bins of art supplies off the conveyor belt. I thought, what a nice man! Until he then demanded a tip. Figures. haha. We walked out to see hundreds of faces lined up behind a gate, waiting for friends, family, and others. My heart jump when I saw the bright red sign that read "Sevalaya." We were welcomed with hugs and a beautiful handmade jasmine necklace from Saalai Monikam, our liaison. We were finally all together as a group for the first time: Mai (Executive director, Children's Art Village), Michelle (Music), Erin (Arts and Crafts), Bob (photography), and I.

We walked out into the night, and even though it was about 1 am at this point, it was still about 85 degrees outside. UNHEARD of in the Northeast, US. India is loud, vibrant, and full of life. People drive fast, and extremely close together. There are dogs, cows, goats, and motor bikes everywhere. After trying to keep my eyes open on our way to the Sevalaya I fell asleep.