and I'm back...

After two weeks back in the good old U.S. of A. I'm back in India. India, being India, greeted me in its usual fashion by giving me a clear example of things that drive me crazy about this country and things that I love about this country. And they were...
Just after we landed as we are taxiing to the gate at the airport the guy next to me stands up (I was the aisle seat) and expects me to move so he can get out. That is such an Indian thing; they always stand up while the plane is still moving. About 1/2 the time the flight attendants yell at them, the other 1/2 of the time they just let it go. I, however, refuse to stand until we are at the gate and the seat belt sign is off. Call me stubborn but that sign is there for a reason and what if the plane suddenly stopped and you fell forward. So I told Mr. Impatient that I wasn't going to get up, so he climbed over me because he had to get his bags. Little did he know that our checked luggage would take over an hour to get off the plane anyway so rushing didn't help at all.
And then, as I'm driving home, a cow strolls right into the middle of traffic and I laughed to myself. I should be used to that by now but I'm not. It is just so random. And all the cars drove around him like it was no big deal.
As for the question that was posted to me on my last blog about where will I go after I leave India. That is the question I was hoping to answer when I was home. And the answer is, I don't know. I do know that while I'm happy that I came here and would do it again that I'll be happy to leave come December. Unless some amazing job magically appears somewhere in Europe I'll be back in the US; where, don't know. But I'll figure that out before I leave. Hopefully the economy will have bounced back a bit by then so I'll have options.