You can count on me.
Some love letters as novelty wears off and culture shock sets in. (Inspired by that very good Netflix movie that you should definitely watch.)
I wonder why a little.
Not with a bang but with a whimper, so to speak. And a strange twist.
When does a story go from fact to fiction? From recollection to memory to myth?
Don't ever believe a traveler who claims that they travel to "absorb other cultures". While learning about other people, their culture, their history, etc is a noble goal, I don't think you can spend 2 weeks in India and suddenly know everything there is to know.
While it's easy to see the things that divide us, sometimes we have to find the things that unite us. Like dumplings. Everyone loves dumplings.