Namaste (the only thing I can say in Nepali)

It's been a while since I've posted, and mom asked me specifically to do it this morning, so here goes nothing.

I'm currently in Kathmandu, Nepal listening to a wedding party (the actual party) going on down the street. There are colored lights hanging down in strings from the roof down to the ground of the house. That would be an incredible wedding to crash, but I would immediately be busted. There are only about 3 white people in this neighborhood.

I've been here for 3 days now and today is the first day I haven't felt like going back to bed by 11am. The sun comes up around 4:30am, it goes down at 7:30pm, and the boys wake up at 6:30am. There's a 10 hour time difference (ish). I am not used to any of this.

But so far so good. Here are some pictures of the events of the last few days.


Megan and Robert are my friends showing me around, and thank goodness because I would have no idea how to even cross the street here with their help.


I brought my running shoes thinking I would be able to run a few times here. I like to run in every country I visit just to say, "Oh yeah, I went for a run there." Nepal will not be on that list unfortunately. I will only be able to say I visited and drank every glass of tea I was offered. Needless to say, training for the Peachtree Road Race will not be happening here. Sorry mom.




These two pictures above are from a Tibetan community here. I don't know all the details but I do know that this second picture is of a woman handmaking (weaving?) a Tibetan rug. They said it takes a month to make one. I may have to buy one.


And here is a picture of a family we went to have dinner with. They live in a huge house with a few other families and they run a ministry amongst these families and a million other things. Truly, I was impressed. I may have to write more about this group later. But, there was a Sherpa living there.

Yes, I met a Sherpa. I watched her talk on her cell phone while behind her a Onesie that said "Nashville" hung on a clothes line. I think that means I'm supposed to move to Nashville. Or become a Sherpa.

I do believe that's all for now. I have way more pictures, but that's all the patience I have and it's all blogspot would allow me to do (kinda).

I guess we all need to start getting t-shirts ready to wear along the sidelines of the Peachtree Road Race to cheer mom along....

Good night from this side of the planet!