Northern India- March 26, 2010

I’m in India! Yay! I wanted to go and now I am here. I love when that happens. First thing I notice when I am talking to my driver in the Delhi airport. I start talking in a weird, kind of soft, halted but girly and deferential way. I find myself speaking with this strange little accent. Whatzup with that? Does anybody else do that? I guess I am trying to blend, not offend? It’s funny. I always do it whenever I get to a foreign county. I also noticed that I am one of those folks that gets stumped at least for a day or two by the conversion rate- I get it, then I lose it. My driver (a young beautiful looking kid)looked at my website so he would know what I looked like when he picked me up- Delhi airport is a circus. First thing he asks, “You went to Obama’s school, do you know him?” When I say yes, he is elated. “I love him I love the man; I’m worried that is trying to do too much and make everyone happy, but I have to say I love him!” Of course he’s talking to the right person.