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Observations: Post Trip Thoughts

Well… we have returned to the United States! I can hear my parents cheering. It turns out eight months may have been a bit too long for us. We’re not quite jaded but still – there are only so many churches, forts, temples and palaces you can visit before they all start to look the same and you stop appreciating them.

 

We are pretty excited to be home. It has been ages since I’ve seen our family and friends. Familiar faces and voices are what we miss the most and there are a few American things we can’t wait to indulge in.  If anyone is interested in Crescent Ridge ice cream, a pint of good beer, or a stop an Dunkin’ Donuts let us know. Also, if you still can’t get a hold of Marc when we return he’ll probably be at the bookstore drinking coffee (we’ve had only a few decent cups in the last year). As far as getting back to “the grind”, you might not believe us but we are both excited about working again. It doesn’t feel like we have contributed much to the world in the last eight months other than tourism revenue and carbon emissions. There is something appealing about getting back to a routine, not living out of a 60L backpack, and being able to choose between more than two pairs of dirty tattered pants.

 

Here are some trip observations that we may have left out of other posts:

 

  1. The “th” sound is a difficult sound for non-English speakers. “Beth Ann” in most countries we’ve visited typically comes out as “Betti-Ann” or less frequently as “Bess Ann”. In Catholic South America, I sometimes just went by Anna. No complaints from me since I could barely speak Spanish and didn’t put much effort into Portuguese, Hindi or Nepali.

  2. No one assumed that Marc was an American: In South America people thought he was Italian or French, with the beard people thought he was Israeli, and in India with the mustache people thought he had a little Indian in him and without it people assumed he was French.

  3. Marc was frequently propositioned by taxi drivers, sadhus (Hindu holy men), and other random people on the street to buy marijuana. You’ll be happy to know (or maybe not) that he declined every time. The frequency of the propositioning increased with the beard.

 

2 Comments

  1. Melissa says:

    I take it that no one assumed you, Beth Ann, were Italian, French, Israeli, or had a little Indian in you:)

    1. Beth Ann says:

      Nope. But everyone thought I was German.

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