Mother to the rescue

I am entering on Claire's blog because I now have entered into her amazing adventure- and I emphasize "adventure." As her mother I can offer a fresh perspective on her path to prosperity. I joined Claire on her journey in India. When I got through customs in Delhi in my perky little Coldwater Creek outfit at 10 at night, Claire was nowhere to be found and I had no way of reaching her. The Delhi airport was full of taxi driver type Hindu, Muslim, Sik, and other men - very few women - no English spoken here and no little helpful information booth. I acted confidently, as I strode around the airport, with not a clue as to what to do. This scenario was not part of the joyful reunion I had imagined and I struggled to control my inner panic. Finally, among about 100 men holding signs I found my guy. He was holding a sign- bern a d ette moo rree. Close enough. I whisked out of the airport with a complete stranger and sped - and I emphasize sped- to the domestic airport, hopefully to pick up Claire. When we got to the "other airport" the driver pulled into the no parking zone and told me to sit behind the wheel while he went to search for Claire. I obeyed. As the police came striding up behind the car. Claire miraculously emerged from the cloud of dust which is the domestic airport and reached the car before the police. Claire, as always, looked incredibly happy and healthy and I, bedraggled and haggard, but it was a joyful reunion and the start of our Delhi adventure.