The beginning was a phone call that started with “So, is your passport up to date?”

The middle was ten flights in two weeks.  Driving in the back of a dusty Landrover along mountain cliffs, Sherpas, Shamans, long, hot , dusty days of sensory overloads, yaks, snow on the mountains, herding baby cows, walking and walking, little, sweet cups of cooled ginger tea in hotel lobbies, a little bit of sunburn, a lot of rice and whole days made up of extraordinary moments that always came as a complete surprise.

The end was an exhale.

I can’t wait to share stories of my time in Nepal over the next couple of posts with you here.



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