I can be hard on myself about certain ways in which I handle living abroad. Awkward language-barrier encounters, not being assertive enough, not having local friends. But one thing I’ll say outright that I deserve kudos for: Driving a car in foreign countries. To know why this is especially commendable in my particular case, we’d have […]
Tag: Delhi
Delhi in My Belly
I went to New Delhi to experience the vibrancy I’ve found lacking in Jerusalem, and to see where I’d fall on the “India: You either love it or hate it” binary. But mostly, I went for the food. I can report the city is the most vibrant I’ve ever seen, in ways both good and bad. The […]
