In our rural homestay I learned a lot in terms of overall knowledge. I had a different family dynamic than the one in Kalimpong. In Kalimpong I was the youngest and lived with an older sister and a host mother. In Sittong, I had a younger sister, an older brother, and an Amma and Appa (host mother and father).
Amma was the grandmother but I called her Amma. Anyway I grew really close to my younger sister, she taught me a Nepali song on the last couple of days. Everyday I would peel vegetables with her for Amma. She was a great cook. Everyone in the community was like family, similar to the cluster of houses in Kalimpong.
While we were staying in Sittong for our rural homestay, the food we ate contained no preservatives and was grown or raised locally. Many families that lived in the areas we have traveled to usually eat a diet that heavily consists of potatoes, rice, chicken, bread, and onions.
In order to obtain meat you have to kill an animal. As a group, we killed a rooster and a hen. This taught us that the food we eat comes with a price that we have been taking for granted our whole lives. Every time we eat meat a life has to be sacrificed. Meat should be more sacred. For the plants and rice we eat, someone had to grow and prepare that food we have on the table. We learned this by preparing one of our group meals, pounding rice, peeling vegetables, and killing, cutting and chopping up our meat.