The other day I ordered Mcdonald’s delivery for lunch to celebrate the last day of school with the kids. Three Happy Meals arrived, hot and fresh but missing the french fries. When I complained, the innocent delivery man explained to “Madame” that Happy Meals don’t come with french fries. Frustrated, I asked my friend Sanny, “Why the &^!@*&! call it a meal when you only get chicken nuggets?” (I admit, it was a simple-minded frustration but I allow myself these from time to time…)
Her answer: Because this is India.
A simple answer to a stupid question. Thank you, Sanny! I owe you a Happy Meal with Margarita when we meet in Arizona…
The intent of this blog has been to share my experiences here with my family and friends and whoever taps in – and not, necessarily to have a public diary. I will be in the U.S. for the next nine weeks and have decided not to post again until my return in August.
It is shocking to me that one school season and nearly a year has passed since our adventures began. It hasn’t been as romantic or extraordinary as some pictures and posts may have made it seem. For those of you who have followed me faithfully – maybe you understand that my engagement with India has been like a passionate love affair with soaring highs and aching lows.
It’s time to regroup, dip into the life I left long ago in the States and return refreshed for the new school year. I have learned that every expat season has its own flavor – next year I hope to work a bit to finance a few trips that I’ve been dreaming about.
Here’s ten months squeezed into a three-minute slide show. It is a tribute to my beautiful children who have struggled to make sense of their new home. I am enormously proud of them and forgive every tantrum and every tear and every bite they took out of me. Enjoy.