Trip Start Jun 25, 2007
23Trip End Aug 17, 2007
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That same evening (Friday), my Indian student's family, the Kumars - to whom this entire experience is dedicated - joined us for a wonderful, lively dinner. When they saw the view from our living room, Ms. Kumar says we should have binoculars. I showed her that we have two pair, but "we only use them for bird watching." Col. Kumar laughed and without missing a beat, rejoined, "That's what we call it in India, too: 'birdwatching!'" As I had hoped and expected, our families hit it off like old friends
We exchanged gifts, reviewed my daily schedule in India and gave assurances that we will see each other in Delhi. Kinshuk's grandmother promised to teach me to make real India chai and take me shopping.
These days my mind won't stop: anxiety, tension, and excitement rolled together. I'm hoping for some internal ah-ha! moment to direct me in my Fulbright project. The end of year activities and deadlines at school provide a welcome and sometimes annoying diversion. All the little details that I've not addressed must be dealt with now. Then again, if I ignore them all, I'll still be okay. So maybe I don't get the grass cut in the back yard one last time....
Ron and I visited Allison and the boys in Charlotte. I spent time with my dad. All three girls are here for Fathers Day. Listening to their banter as they prepare Ron's Father's Day card is music to my ears. I count the nights Ron and I have left sleeping side by side before I leave.
I am aware of the glorious satisfaction of my family.