It comes as no surprise to me just how hospitable everyone in India is. I know this from my friends in America! From the service in hotels, to the kind smiles of people we pass on the street and who wave to us from their cars, we have felt safe and welcome, despite the chaos that abounds around every corner. I admire their generosity. The hotel knew from my passport of my birthday and tracked me down to give me flowers, a cake and a little embroidered journal. They sang happy birthday, and in traditional Indian fashion, fed me a piece of my cake. After learning that it is custom for everyone at the party to do so, here you see Dean Weber of my school obliging the tradition! Too fun!
Oh yes, and Happy Birthday - what a fabulous experience to give yourself (although sometimes I know it seems like the schooling might be something you're doing TO yourself rather than FOR yourself....but this trip is not one you're likely to ever question!)
ReplyDeleteGreat insightful point, Mervis. Thanks for checking in and your well wishes! I head home today from a very real thought-provoking journey.
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