Earlier this year, I had the privilege of traveling into southern Kyrgyzstan with some friends. We left Bishkek early in the morning for the long drive south through low valleys and over ten thousand foot passes. Every night of the trip we stayed in a different home and every night we experienced Kyrgyz hospitality at its finest.
Home after home, we were welcomed in and given great, homemade food, fresh baked bread, and enough hot tea to fill the pools for the London games. We learned that plov differs region to region, and we had it almost every day of the trip. We also instituted a most important rule for meals: the youngest must finish the meal. It is only polite to eat what is set before you, but often that is enough food to feed a small army. Luckily for me, Derrick was there to be the youngest. Towards the end of the trip, I’ll never forget him saying during a meal, “eat sloooowly, eat slooooowly.”
Age has its benefits.