A sign of adaption: eating curry with our hands (Lena and me)

My Sri Lankan lessons

The sun is shining onto my face through the window of Air India flight 274, seat 3A. Although the borders of Sri Lanka are vanishing behind, memories of the past 12 days are vivid in my mind. This land of tea plantations, cricket fanatics and hot curries has taught me yet another three valuable lessons I share here with you…