tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30885916.post115807834627362025..comments2023-11-03T18:40:10.256+05:30Comments on Brad and Elizabeth's Indian Adventure: Open Mouth, Insert FootE(Liz)a(Beth)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01336069803558570614noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30885916.post-1158511564817119002006-09-17T22:16:00.000+05:302006-09-17T22:16:00.000+05:30Thanks, Whitney! It means so much that you took th...Thanks, Whitney! It means so much that you took the time to read our blog. I can't help but think of you often, and wonder what your experiences were while you spent time here. I didn't expect it to be so hard and I didn't think I could have so much fun.E(Liz)a(Beth)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01336069803558570614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30885916.post-1158426906319131322006-09-16T22:45:00.000+05:302006-09-16T22:45:00.000+05:30Dearest Beth, Welcome to the world living abroad. ...Dearest Beth, <BR/>Welcome to the world living abroad. I have had MANY "ah ha" or "oh... ooops" moments in the last 11 years. And the funny thing is, that they still sometimes creep up... mostly now when I go back to the states. If that isn't a cosmic joke ! :)) <BR/>It sounds like you are doing just fine, learning ALOT and living life to its fullest. Enjoy. It is a remarkable experience. Good for you, that you are so courageous to go for it and have the contact to so many different people. <BR/>Lots of love, WhitneyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30885916.post-1158094456141452952006-09-13T02:24:00.000+05:302006-09-13T02:24:00.000+05:30In my small window of opportunity (ie, no one is h...In my small window of opportunity (ie, no one is hollering, bawling or obtaining new heights from the dining room table) I wanted to say a quick hello and hope you know I think of you way more often than I pen. I heard a new standard for measuring wealth the other day and it involved being able to read and also being able to purchase a book that you might want to read. I am more and more convicted by the amount of useless waste in my house trying to immortalize a memory or filling a temporary fix in my demanding nature, thus compelling it to flourish. Once you lose all your stuff a couple of times and realize mourning it wasted a good afternoon, stuff becomes just that, stuff. It's really the love and compassion of the ones God has put in our paths that matters so much to the heart. My window of opportunity now closes, and Evan says hi...among some other things. Love cassAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com