We're finally in Hassan - or rather, a remote (and perhaps unnamed?) village about an hour north in the hills above the city. I'm typing this on the home's one computer, which still runs on dial-up.

We left the convent in Bangalore yesterday morning at around nine, but waited at the bus station until around noon (transit in India, I've realized, is wholly unpredictable). The bus ride itself was, well, an experience. Fortunately, we had made a reservation, so our seats were guaranteed; others were forced to stand, holding onto the luggage racks overhead for support. We were on the bus for about five and a half hours, arriving in Hassan a bit before six in the evening. Like in Bangalore, a nun from the home picked us up and drove us out of the city.
The home itself seems larger than the one in Bangalore, but perhaps it's just fuller. Unlike the Bangalore convent, this one houses more than seventy girls, ranging in ages from four to sixteen. A good twenty of them were waiting for us in the driveway as we arrived, singing a welcome song in Kannada (the language of the state of Karnataka). After we settled in, we had a chance to meet some of the girls before dinner. There are two American girls volunteering here - they graduated from Notre Dame last month - so we spent the meal talking to them about their time here. They'll definitely be a good frame of reference for the next week and a half.
The home and school are adjacent to one another, both operated by four nuns. It's much cooler here than it was in Bangalore; I used a blanket for the first time last night. We just ate breakfast, and I'm about to go teach my first English class. I'm a bit nervous as to how it'll go... we'll see.