We were the only foreign tourists at the hotel which was
otherwise populated by families from Mumbai. They tried really hard to make us
feel really welcome, or me rather because people seemed to think Noah was
Indian. All our meals were included in the price of lodging so we were well
fed. The first night, they set up this amazing Indian buffet which I was
excited to dig into but as I was getting my plate the head waiter informed me
that they had prepared for me a special Continental meal. I think they assumed
the continent I was from was Europe, but no matter. He presented a “lasagna”. Take a second and
imagine the key features of lasagna… pasta? Tomato sauce? Layers? Rectangular?
It was none of these things. It was a bowl of vegetable stew with a weird bread
crust on top. And it was made especially for me! Joy.
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