by how hospitable
people were in the smallerIndian villages. I was the only white person in the whole of Koonthankulam, so I attracted a lot of curious children and adults. Once, I was invited (read: ushered) into someone’s home for afternoon tea so that I could meet every member of their extended family. After parting, they insisted that I come for breakfast…or dinner…or whatever.
I couldn’t help but think how this situation would be in 
don’t think we would see a foreigner walking down our streets and insist that they come inside and feel at home. It was an amazing experience. I only hope that one day one of my Indian friends is able to visit my home. Then, it will be my turn to play host, and we will see if I can return the favor.
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Connor Oberst expressed a similar sentiment in this month's Paste. He recorded his new album in Mexico, and was amazed by how well people treated each other and foreigners down there.
People would just invite him and others into their homes and feed them, not even knowing that he was the star of Bright Eyes. He remarked that most North Americans would be highly unlikely to invite a Mexican into their home (unless it was for contracting or housework--my addition).
It's an interesting thing to think about. I think we are a very frightened people, though we have the least to be frightened of.
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