I LOVE … India.
I LOVE … being in a nation very different than my own.
I LOVE … my country.
I LOVE … being reminded that my country is not the only country in the world.
I LOVE … being reminded that there are countries much bigger than mine.
I LOVE … being reminded that there are countries with much longer histories than mine.
I LOVE … being reminded that there are people who are as proud of their heritage as I am of mine.
I LOVE … devouring every word, including the ads and Personals Columns, in other nations’ newspapers.
I LOVE … walking the streets in distant lands. (Motto: Walk-run on the streets. Ditch the Treadmill.)
I LOVE … being exhausted at the end of the day because I’ve seen so many new things.
I LOVE … people who love Americans.
I LOVE … people who think America is nuts.
I LOVE … Indian food.
I LOVE … Indian entrepreneurial energy.
I LOVE … the insane amount of progress that India has made in the two decades I’ve been coming here, especially the last six or seven years.
I HATE … to sleep or otherwise waste a single moment when I’m out of the U.S.A., especially by more than 5,000 miles.
I HATE … to leave.
Farewell, India.