I was born in the United States. However, my parents were born in India. So, in most respects, I'm Indian. (I should insert a footnote here, but I won't bore you with details.)
Why does this matter? Well, I've become the go-to guy for everyones' Indian return visits. Which is totally cool with me. The only bummer is that I can't speak any Indian languages. So yes, I'm a bad Indian.
Several weeks ago, I met one Indian man who speaks Hindi, Punjabi and Spanish. We had a Bible study. I stumbled through a prayer in Spanish and conducted the study in mostly English with the help of a sister who translated. Thanks, Pamela!
Last night I had the privilege of meeting some lovely Indian families. It took about 2 hours to get to their home. I spoke to them mostly in English (with some terrible Spanish thrown in). On one Bible study, I spoke in English, Pamela translated to Spanish and then one young boy translated into Punjabi. It was difficult! But they really appreciate the study and cooked us a great dinner! Complete with Poori!
Today I got to meet another Indian family. And yes, they spoke English! We got to have a lovely conversation and I look forward to speaking with them again.
That's awesome!! I'm goin to be honest, I lost track of your blog..hehehe. Pretty cool that you even have the opportunity to think about speaking Hindi. I'm actually learning a bit of it. O.k. well since your meeting all these Indian speaking people, maybe you should learn a few words and sentences. Same with your Spanish--Terrible spanish better than no spanish at all!! At least you'll feel like you learned some while your in Argentina.
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