India, Not Indiana

In one week, my family is leaving for an adventure in India.  The funny thing about traveling to India is that you seem to need a compelling reason to go there.  We have been asked many times "Why India?"  Here's how this trip evolved. 

Brian and I have been saving for an international trip for several years, and waiting for the children to get old enough to be good travelers.  Last summer we decided that the time was upon us, in both categories, so let's go somewhere.  I wanted to go to a country in which we would be the minority and where life is very different than in our home in Pomfret, CT.  As we were discussing the possibilities, Brian's friend from college went to India on a Fulbright in the fall.  His experience there sparked our interest in visiting the country.  He gave us a recommendation for a travel agent in India, and as they say, the rest is history.  We have an exciting three-week itinerary that will give us a taste of the culture, history, and wildlife in India.

The children, in their excitement to tell friends and teachers about the trip, often got the comment "You mean Indiana, not India."  With some insistence, the kids convinced the kind adults at their school that, yes, they were actually going on summer vacation in India.