About the time we were supposed to be arriving at the airport, and the same minute I missed the correct exit off the freeway to the airport, our cell phone rang. The Mokashi's plane had arrived a little early and they were wondering where we could be. Oops. We arrived a few minutes later to pick them up. There was a terrible storm all the way there and back, ushering in three weeks of on-and-off rain.
Once we'd aquainted them with their surroundings and felt a little settled, it was about 9:30 PM. Dave asked Mr. Mokashi and Smita if they were hungry. Now I need to explain some background. Anna had spent a good bit of time at our house helping clean up for company that day. I told her I thought we could just eat our leftover cheesey potato soup for dinner when she offered to feed us. But Anna persuaded me that it would be better not to mess up the kitchen she'd cleaned for us. So we ate nachos over at her house, Dave eating on the way to the airport. I wasn't even considering that according to Indian meal schedule, it was dinner time. Mr. Mokashi answered that they were quite hungry. As it turns out, Smita is vegetarian and the leftover soup (which was about all I could produce from my fridge) was a perfect meal with artisian bread (bought that day) and salad.
Anna was inspired to feed us (and not to take "no thanks" for an answer), Dave was inspired to ask if they were hungry, and I was inspired the day before to make a vegetarian soup. When I started to feel a little insecure and anxious about how well of a host I was panning out to be, the Spirit whispered, "You had the soup, didn't you?" At that moment I knew that whatever happened during this trip, this was going to be a good -- and a very real -- visit.
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