Bras For Small Breasts Victoria

Unpublished what it has not the last time made it into the blog and the news in the last week!

Now that we quite regularly, "online", I would not call it high speed or even speed ahead but we are wetted to the world-wide, it is now again time to report to you from our dazzling Indian world.
"Unpublished" because our previous blog entries quite far apart and then the mass of events almost infinitely rich and then often stay just minor details easily on the track.
this time we will work with small headlines because there is no chronological order.

German Cooking in an Indian hostel kitchen

has long had We thought that it actually would be nice some day with our two teachers for the German Prachodana-Staff to cook. We had the wildest ideas: Chopped, casserole and potato soup with freshly baked bread. But all had one catch: sometimes finds for Sliced cream in the sleepy Indian town of Hassan - almost an impossibility - so it was deleted. Accrual was denied by the furnace, which are apparently not available in Indian households, and would the potato soup was well received in any case because the Indians are firmly convinced that gives each new potatoes during digestion Tönchen many of the ... and the freshly baked Would like their bread casserole or cake in the oven does not exist failed. Ultimately, we then opted for two very simple things: egg noodles or potatoes either. In no time was purchased for the pasta we had brought from Goa and then went off. Our replacement grandma and cook had left us with a somewhat skeptical view of the side and generously the hostel kitchen. As both courts were then steaming on the sideboard came the curious: "What have they since brewed together? Is it really edible? You have some serious green chillies thrown into the pot, it tastes really do not. "With great skepticism and caution tried in microscopic portions. Our Manjula there was quite brave and one of the first opened up to the plate. Then, the moment the frog jumps into the water with long teeth was tried. With a pinched smile and clenched teeth, they brought a polite "chenagidee" show - which means as much as tasty or delicious! The only honest, our two teachers Manjula and Saritha. Manju said it would do her terribly sorry but they could eat it in any case, it would taste terrible and Saritha found the noodles really good but the potatoes they would not even want to try because of all the air you would have in the abdomen. Our two Cook antennae have steadfastly refused to serving our experiments. All "Just try it out" was contracted labor of love ... However, the evening
were found both empty pots and also in the waste for the cow, we neither fried potatoes, eggs, pasta, and I'm sure because the cow would have tasted sure?

Our Passion!

addition to our many tasks as volunteers, we discovered a shared passion and at this point can ever say: THANK YOU BMZ and PPS! If we were not here we would because certainly never pushed on it ...:
We, Milis, really like to sort rice! And we stand there fully to it.
Meanwhile, as our substitute grandma have noticed that with our hobby knocks, it now often in the morning to our door, the two stand in front and then we are quickly dissipated in the dining room where it is waiting a 10kg bag of rice for us. The rice is not as clean as ours and as white but packed with all kinds. We have for instance one or the other beetles, stones that are really fatal if splashed into the pot, because you do there really bad can a nut to crack and it always unpleasant crunch. We speculate that this is the reason why Indians could never chew rice, generally they are all right, "kau-lazy", but that already protects the pearly whites.
Well enough of the speculation, we have decided that if all else fails or are we at some point really old and unemployed, we come back to us a charming stone hostel looking for here in the colorful India and be happy, fat cooks who are great and all have day just mischief. In addition, we're always together with the World cutest children are more mom or grandma and the responsibility the teachers!
All you need to bring hope and we have until then to buy enough time was most important. Recipes and nimble hands to sort, we already have and it is and will remain our Plan B.

Rangoli competition

planned since a long time, (just 2 days before) we talked to our director, Sir, whether it The vehicles would be possible to drive from our driveway and, as always, was not a problem. Long is the road chalk, we had brought from Germany, for their use but we wanted to get any real idea behind rumgegammelt in one of our drawers. But then: Rangoli Competition was the desired keyword. On the chalk, get set, go.
Towards the end, a seemingly big problem has initiated, all pieces of chalk had been used, but not all painted surfaces. However, we have the creativity of our children has almost cut off my feet: they are unceremoniously run out and there are sand, earth and gravel collected in different colors and their fields "painted". Awesome!
There are many incredibly beautiful, large and small, colorful and plain Rangolis or mandala came out with. Finally, we of course all participants received a small prize and all, especially we were overjoyed.

hygiene to be learned! is

As for every child and for many of our hostel children showering teeth brushing, and everything else for daily toilet is not one of the dream of her sleepless nights and we have painted for both toilet entrances every 10 health-traffic signs and labels, so going to the bathroom is very colorful and interesting. The children have responded very sweet and thanked effusively and others we could watch them for two or three people stood in the aisles and mutually declared the signs.

Finally, a story in which both of us is literally jaw-folded down:
On the same day on which we hung the sign had, our Director is with the teachers, one of our older guys, he is about 14 years, and his father at the entrance and it is suggested rather discussed. When we told our director come to us with a mischievous smile that the boy has taken to date have never been a bar of soap to shower, but not only that the hammer is yet to come, until then he was accustomed to wash themselves with stones! AUA! Our new male teacher was then sent first to the poor guy to explain and demonstrate how to wash with soap and what was most important, check that he does not return to the stones but the soap!

As a conclusion, we report very briefly now from our visit today to go in the state school in our mice. We were really surprised extremely positive, as modern and alternative teaching methods are yet.

also the teaching of English in which we had the chance to sit in it, was anything other than scary. We both had the impression that the kids like the teacher really liked the atmosphere and relaxed, balanced and relaxed in our dealings was. However, it must be said that the English teacher was not more well placed to lead a conversation with us, but while reading it was really a good enough debate.
also connected kindergarten was definitely not a "park for children," but place the pre-school learning, playing, singing and dancing.
we were impressed with the one on the frequency (5-6 times) of the training received by a teacher from the state within one year and partly on the "science-lab-mobile" (a Van der runs through the area and the surrounding schools science communicated in a clear and interesting. Hats off to take on something mordernes, so we had not really expected.

Well we still have many of these little anecdotes on our list, but that's it for now first again. It urgent Time for a cooling shower, when the summer has kept here in our collection and we literally melt away like ice in the sun!
We would be thrilled if you just let even a brief comment there, because we are keenly interested for some time who actually reads our bruises!
whole lot of hot sun to the vernal Greetings Germany.
Mili & Mili