Incredible, Inconsiderate, Inexplicable INDIA
In 2003, I found my dream job working with kids on the autism spectrum. By 2005 I had learned as much as possible about behavioral therapy and engaged in my own private Peace Corps, traveling to India to work with a little boy (who we'll call Sam) and his family. I wrote periodic emails to my friends and family during my eight month stay, which I have now converted to this travel blarf. Keep in mind I was twenty-four and new to the world, esepcially if you are a Lonely Planet executive looking to sponsor an unknown, not-as-young-as-I-used-to-be(-thank-god) internet blarfer.
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Quiet, Clean, Cute JAPAN
I spent my twenty-fifth birthday on top of Mount Fuji on the second leg of my own private Peace Corps. Working with an American family and their wonderful daughter (we'll call her Sally) just outside of Kobe, I discovered another kind of spectrum: Asia itself. Hopping from India to Japan was as much of a culture shock as hopping home in between. Enjoy the correspondences I sent to my willing victims during the eight months I lived in the opposite of India.