02.07.2012 - 04.07.2012
There was a great Indian restaurant next to our hotel. After touring and walking all day, the time slips by and you want something easy and more importantly, open for dinner.
We sat at our table and noticed a lovely Indian family next to us. Towards the end of their meal, their son was looking at us and I said hi. They seemed eager to talk with us.
The mother leans in and asked me- are you a housewife or servant? It didn't register at first and I repeated it to make sure I heard her correctly. I said housewife, I wish- he (Lincoln) is my house husband. She seemed a bit surprised and asked what I did. Her husband said, I'm a servant- I thought he said he served- and because I noticed many navy personnel walking about town I asked what ship. Let's say dinner was not the same after that. We returned the next night- and it was so odd. The attitude changed.
We learn about caste system and cultural roles however, in Chicago, the Indian women I work with are so strong and direct- that the housewife or servant would never come to my mind when thinking about them.
We did go to a Russian dumpling house- looked like a wood cabin with weird red riding hood theme- have to say- very tasty.