Glass You Made It

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My parents took my brother and I to the Chihuly exhibit at the Denver Botanic Gardens. It was beautiful a beautiful day with my beautiful family.

Dale Chihuly @ Denver Botanic Gardens

Dale Chihuly @ Denver Botanic Gardens

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Dale Chihuly @ Denver Botanic Gardens

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Reflection @ Denver Botanic Gardens

 

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Dale Chihuly @ Denver Botanic Gardens

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Dale Chihuly @ Botanic Gardens

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Dale Chihuly @ Denver Botanic Gardens

 

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Dale Chihuly @ Denver Botanic Gardens

 

Rocky Mountain High, Colorado

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My family and I recently took a visit to Rocky Mountain National Park near our home in Colorado. I love when my family gets active together!

The Hills are Alive...

The Hills are Alive…

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Dad and the river

 

A walk in the woods.

A walk in the woods.

 

Generations.

Generations.

 

View of the valley. RMNP

View of the valley. RMNP

 

Family.

Family.

 

Aspen grove at Rocky Mountain National Park

Aspen grove at Rocky Mountain National Park

Aspen grove above the valley.

Aspen grove above the valley.

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Lone Aspen

 

I’m Turning Japanese, I think I’m turning Japanese, I Really Think So

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It only took three years, but I’ve become an Indian. I take my shoes off before entering a home; I eat spicy food; I bow and place my hands in front of my face to greet people; I waggle my head and eat a lot of rice; I wear pants and long sleeve shirts on sweltering summer days; I speak kilos/meters/centigrade; I prefer tea to coffee; I wear long loose tunics and gold bangles; and I don’t cringe at the smell of fish markets. Busses, horns, goats, cows, scrap dealers, flute wallas, chaiwallas, shoe makers, funeral processions, goddess parades, rich pigmented celebrations, human pyramids, church bells, calls to prayer, Ghanpati drumlines, and rickshaws don’t phase me.  I didn’t think it was possible for me to adjust to this way of life, but somehow it’s become my normal.

Not for long though, in August, I will trade meandering lanes for straight lined streets. Colorful spices for white rice and fish. Rickshaws for bullet-trains. And 24 hour noise for almost deafening silence after dark. I’m moving to another vibrant Asian city, one whose description couldn’t be more opposite than the one I’ve just called home for three years. It’s exciting to think that, in a few short months I’ll be turning Japanese. Tokyo or bust!

Mohammad

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Mohammad is a driver from the state of Utter Prasesh in north India. He’s moved to Mumbai in hopes of making money to support his wife and daughter. He and his family are Muslim which Mohammad is very proud of. I’ve known Mohammad for three years, met him through my friend Megan (read more about her on her blog http://blondieinbombay.blogspot.in) who found him and knew he was a keeper. He has met my visiting friends, my parents, is always willing to take me where I need to go, and is full of questions about “Mad’am Megan” and “my country.” Today was no different. I needed to go to the Japanese Consolate to submit paperwork for my pending work visa and Mohammad drove me there. Here is a transcript of the hilarious conversation I had with Mohammad this morning, as so many of them are. 
 
It went a little like this: 
 
M: How many brothers you have? 
A: One
M: How many sisters? 
A: None. Just me and my brother. 
M: Oh, father only has two babies. 
A: Yep. Only 2. 
M: How many marriage you make? 
A: I’ve not yet been married Mohammad. 
M: You are not making any marriage? 
A: Nope. 
M: How many years your brother is? 
A: Two years younger than me. 
M: Oh, he is 43? 
A: No. I am not 45 Mohammad. I am 38. 
M: Ok, so he is 32? 
A: He’s 36. 
M: Is he making marriage? 
A: Nope. He’s a musician. 
M: So father not making marriage for you? 
A: Nope. In my country, we marry for love. 
M: Megan mad’am making marriage? 
A: Not that I know of, no. 
M: Megan mad’am also 45 years? 
A: No Mohammad. Megan mad’am isn’t 45 years old. She is younger than me. 
M: Oh, so 42? 
A: No Mohammad. I am 38, and Megan is younger than me. So she isn’t 42. 
M: Oh. ​
M: How much father is paying for your making marriage? 
A: He’s not Mohammad. I am not making marriage right now. And, my father won’t pay for my wedding. 
M: Megan mad’am’s father making marriage for her? 
A: Probably not. 
M: I am making party in UP. You coming and Megan mad’am coming. I making husband for you. 
A: So we would share a husband? 
M: No! I am making brothers. 
A: You are making brothers? Don’t you think they’ll be a little young for us? 
M: (no response) 
A: Because if you and your wife are making them, they aren’t born yet which means they would be way too young for us. 
M: (no response) 
A: Nevermind. Thanks for the ride Mohammad. 
M: Welcome mad’am