In 1979 I wrote a letter to President Jimmy Carter. I was 11 years old and I knew more about the Los Angeles Dodgers starting lineup than I did about politics—Ron Yeager, Steve Garvey, Davey Lopes, Bill Russel, Ron Cey, Dusty Baker, Rick Monday, and the amazing Reggie Smith; the best team ever fielded. My mom complained a lot about the price of gas and I had a major crush on a girl named Dana. That letter to President Carter is a constant reminder that the US is greater than her Presidents.
Staying fit in India in general and Hyderabad specifically can be challenging, especially for those with special needs, like weightlifters, or people who prefer to exercise outdoors. There are sights, sounds, smells and physical obstacles to distract, deter and depress the health-conscious expat. Despite a myriad of hurdles—both figurative and physical—staying healthy is not only achievable, it can be rewarding.
It’s just before nine in the morning on a sunny, unseasonably warm February day in Hyderabad, India, and several teams of expats, mostly members of the Twin Cities Expat Association (TEA), wait for the start of the TEA Cares Hyderabad Hunt.
I suppose the beginning is the best place to start.
We returned last Sunday, 7 February 2016, to the frozen, uninviting bosom of Milwaukee from a four-day trip to the happiest place on earth—no, not Disneyworld, but close—a bar, which in this case was at the Grand Floridian Resort and Spa. We arrived and collected our seven pieces of luggage at the same hotel from which we departed a few days prior.
We fooled everyone into thinking our weeks of home trip planning, 19 hours aboard two airplanes, and tongue biting as we navigated incompetent airport security, was all to spend time with friends and family. We may truly be evil geniuses. Boooohahahahahaha (evil-sounding, deep-throated, sinister laugh)!