The parents have whisked me away to an exotic land--no, it's not really Bhutan (after all, I don't have my passport yet) but the Smithsonian Folklife Festival. The temple behind me is a replica. Inside are altars of flowers and a bunch of orange monks who insist on tying strings on your wrist for some unknown reason. We spent most of the afternoon catching up on all the new Bhutanese folk dances. Mommy and I shared a mango lassi, and I made a prayer wheel in the kids' craft booth. Ah, the life of a city baby....
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