A culture-shock busting trip to Qutub Minar—in the rain of course. Because, seriously, what would this week be without a few out-of-season showers?
An early morning visit to Chandni Chowk market and why the cab drivers here are so invested in my personal safety.
Making friends takes time–and perhaps the creation of a few alternatives to the adults-only social scene around town…
Warm Fuzzies and Great Advice from Travelin’ Mamas and Dads all over the world.
Who knew it would be so different moving overseas as a family of three instead of a family of two? A few off-the-cuff thoughts on how different it really is.
I’m in a funk right now. It’s the pre-moving-across-the-world-again funk. Come two days before we leave for India, I’m going to be flying high with excitement. I thrive on a high-octane mix of stress and adrenaline. I love the thrill of actually boarding the plane to head somewhere new and different. But for me, those weeks before we actually get to pack our bags are always a little yucky.
how do you stay sane having to constantly operate in two or more cultures? What do you do when the right thing to do in one culture is the very wrong thing to do in another–how do you pick which set of etiquette and norms for any given circumstance and what can you do to avoid feeling constantly confused or even angry when things in the foreign culture aren’t the way your culture would have you believe they “should” be? It’s easy to say “When in Rome,” but really? For all situations?