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Yes yes, I met a president of India, the ex President of India more exactly. Ok, I didn’t meet him meet him as in “Hi how are you” but I still got to listen to his 45-minute speech. And I … Continue reading

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Some people you meet make a lasting impact, some random encounters change how you view the world, and how you view yourself, people “sent from above” when you’re having a rough time, to remind you of life’s true value, and values. … Continue reading

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When I was a little girl, one of my favorite things to do during the weekend was sit curled up next to my mom, reading a book. We would spend hours, each engrossed in our favorite stories. I came to … Continue reading

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I tolerate the Vespa a bit more than a month ago.  It’s a nifty tool to visit places that would otherwise be hard to reach.  It is easy to tell the driver “Take us to the Bangalore Palace” but it’s … Continue reading

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A Vespa and Christmas lights

While I was gone… He got a Vespa.  I had left for two weeks knowing something was going to be bought “behind my back”, and I was right, we now have a shiny scooter standing next to the bicycles in … Continue reading

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Where’s the kitchen?

Last night was our first in our new home.  It’s been a cornucopia of emotions!  Sometimes I would look in awe at our garden, with hibiscus, squirrels, palms and unidentified plants.  Yet, in the middle of the night I was … Continue reading

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It’s a pretty sweet feeling when a woman at the store doesn’t believe you have only been in the country for 5 days but thinks you have already spent 2 years here!  It warmed my heart.  And that was necessary … Continue reading

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Day two: we crashed a wedding

We really didn’t mean to!  I wanted to go to a Catholic church, not because it’s Sunday and I wanted to go to mass, but because my mother passed away two months ago, and you can’t erase the effects of … Continue reading

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I am home

The feeling that you’re about to enter another world starts in Frankfurt.  You’re waiting to get on a plane for India, and you know which gate your flight leaves from by looking at the people waiting in the area.  You … Continue reading

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