Yes, I'm pink.
I'm so tired, but I just have to write about this. Today was a great day for me. Even though I didn't go to bed until about three in the morning, my body got me up nice and early at nine. That might not seem early, but my usual Saturday wake up time is around noon or so. Sometimes later. My body had other plans for me today. I was wide awake without a chance of getting any more sleeping in. So I went to the temple. It was a wonderful way to start my day.

After that I came home and lazed about until I realized that I had to change! I couldn't be wearing my nice clothes where I was going. And where was that? Spanish Fork, of course. Okay, so it's a little more specific than that. Let me explain.

Every year the Krishna Temple in Spanish Fork holds it's biggest yearly celebration: The Festival of Colors. It's a Hindu celebration that's also known as Holi. Everyone is invited to come. Admission is free, food costs $6 and the "colors" - which are basically bags of dyed corn starch - are either $1 or $2 a bag (depending on if you get the one imported from India or the one made locally). There's a great big celebration that goes on, but the highlight of it is when they light the bonfire and everyone throws their colors in the air and at everyone around them.

Thisi was the first time I went. It was me, Whitney (Shelle's sister), and Chris (Whit's best friend). We met up with Dustin (Shelle and Whit's brother) who had come down from Idaho. There were so many people there. At least a thousand, if not more. While Dustin and his friends decided to stay more on the sidelines - in order to take pictures of the festivities - the three of us wanted to be right in the middle of the mayhem. And boy were we ever!

It was awesome! Once the signal was given everyone started throwing colored powder all over the place. As you can see from the above picture, we got well and truly covered. And everyone there was having fun. It didn't matter if you knew the person or not, if there was powder in your hand they got it on them. People were laughing and talking and getting each other dirty. So much fun.

Afterwards, we were all really hungry (we didn't have time to get food at the festival) so we were inspired to go to Taco Bell. A meal has never tasted so good, let me tell you. And it was so funny to see how people stared! Whit and Chris had their backs to the door, so initially people were ogling me and my bright fuschia face. Then they'd go sit down and stare at the other two. It was great.

So, the moral of the story is this: Diversity is great. Culture is fun. Get to know other people's beliefs and participate when appropriate, always being respectful and kind. Good times. For more pictures go to Facebook.