Quiet Outside

It is quieting down outside. I checked the temperature- it is 97. Our cook- who makes amazing Indian dishes, although I really don't want to know how she does it- joined us for lunch today. I was a little surprised to watch her eat rice with her bare hand.

I also cannot get accustomed to the practice of the Indian women standing up whenever I walk into a room. So here I am, sitting next to a Guatamalan woman, a Norwegian man, and across from an Indian woman as an American living in Norway at the office in India. You cannot fight globalism. Like the weather, it is boiling over.