Going to Kathmandu

Today I wanted to put my life aside. I didn’t feel like making decisions about sending relief funds to artisans in Andhra Pradesh, India, who have been flooded out of their homes and watched their personal possessions float away. I didn’t feel like deciding whether to send money to Indonesia to replace sewing machines and batik equipment lost in an earthquake. I wanted a break for the day. But then I realized those artisans couldn’t take a break, so I didn’t.

And then, I remembered...

I’M GOING TO KATHMANDU!

“I think I’m going to Kathmandu.
That’s really, really where I’m going to.
If I ever get out of here,
That’s what Im gonna do.
K-k-k-k-k-k Kathmandu.
I think that’s really where I’m going to.
If I ever get out of here,
I’m going to Kathmandu.”

I’ve never been there, and I think I’m going to love it so much I won’t want to come home. I’m headed to a great guest house with a garden and fabulous restaurants and an outdoor bar serving Everest Beer. A guest house that “acts as a magnet for mountaineers, pop stars, actors, troubadours and eccentric characters.” Now I’m psyched. Temples. Freak Street. Prayer flags. MoMos (Nepalese dumplings). Monkeys. Surging streets. Beggars. Life.