Stamps on a Passport

A quote from a book I’m reading; “Memory works as a constructive process that not only reproduces, but filters, changes, and interprets the past.” (The Year of Fog by Michelle Richmond.)

I’m filtering through my memories of my trip to India and London, choosing the stories to share and those to keep to myself. My camera broke at the beginning of the trip, so what I saw lives in my memory alone.

Some impressions: I really enjoyed India and was aware of how quickly I felt comfortable there. The cities I saw are beautiful despite crumbling buildings, overcrowded conditions with many people living on sidewalks and in shanty towns. I was surprised by a few unexpected sights: stray dogs everywhere (they all looked the same), the way even the poorest people wore clothes that were clean and mended and chipmunks that were plentiful and had the run of the Gandhi ashram.The women are some of the most beautiful in the world — truly stunning, and my colleague and I decided that the sari and the salwar kameez are the most perfect garments; flattering and made with gorgeous fabrics — if we were Indian, we would wear them all the time.

In London I was surprised that, despite the architecture, the currency, the accents and the left-side of the road driving, the city has much in common with New York city. There were moments when I felt like I could be in any big U.S. city with a Gap, several Starbucks, McDonald’s and other familiar U.S. sights. We went out of our way to experience London, though, touring about, visiting the National Gallery and eating fish and chips and shepherd’s pie for dinner.

I’m savoring my memories, now, and am ready for the next trip, eager for more adventure with new sights, sounds and surprises.

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  1. My sister brought back a salwar kameez for me from India. I’ve worn it once, to a wedding. I got some odd looks, but you know, I’d get those no matter what I wore.

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