The sound of the fruit vendors pushing their carts through the streets of Gokalum is drifting past the scent of chapatti coming into my room from the family cooking. Well, Grandma Tara cooking. She's the only one who ever seems to cook.
I've been holed up watching CNN all morning--takes forever to load--but even better was a brief bit of time I got in front of a TV yesterday to watch news reports from outside the U.S., one of my favorite things to do. For the first time ever in my travels -- I didn't travel soon enough after 9/11 -- the world is rooting for Americans.
Please please when you travel, always say you are American. It's weird to me that people don't, and why? Less scorn? Not really. And it does a disservice. As President Obama said, Let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled.
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