Intern’s parents are in town this week. For the past several days we’ve been gently treading the lines between family and the unfamiliar, new things and old, small adventures and rest. Between coffee and chai and quiet laughs, there are new frontiers for parents unsure of cat antics and cat hair on their pant legs. I’m learning new food words in urdu, and tasting different variations on familiar vegetables. Intern’s parents are trying new food ( like padrone peppers!) and Intern is quietly juggling a busy work schedule, two languages, parents, cats and me.
We’re all a little unsure, all moving slowly, being polite, and trying to learn about each other. Our visits happen a few times a year, but we’re all a little rusty, a little shy, and all eager to please each other. Each day we take turns teaching each other something new: a new recipe, a visit to the farmer’s market, another driving tour of the city. Each day is another meal or conversation about the next meal, and a few rounds of chai before we tuck Intern’s parents into their rented studio apartment each night. We drop off his parents then walk home down the hill, and maybe we sneak a glass of wine before bed as we strategize plans for the next day.