life again

kathmandu streets

“A new world, or an old world hidden, only half the stores lit by electricity, and then usually no more than a bare light bulb swinging high on the ceiling, the rest dimly illuminated by kerosene lamps that flickred and made the rooms look alive. Many of the stores barely larger than closets, a mystery to figure out what they put up for sale in their crowded interiors. One sold paper – newspaper, writing paper, butcher paper. Another sold twine. Still another only scissors and knives. Food vendors crowded in portable stalls. The smells of spices she could not name blended with the sweet incense burning in the stores, all of it cloying the smell of diesel and sewage and the ever-present river.” . . .

The Lotus Eaters, Tatjana Soli

i read this last night and it made me miss asia. i missed rolling out of bed {early}, having my quiet time and doing yoga on a rooftop {anywhere}, drinking pipping hot tea in a tin or glass cup, and seeing and experiencing new things each and every day.

several times reading the lotus eaters, i have been reminded of the real asia {the story is set in vietnam}. there were moments when i was traveling, i dreamed of being back home, but more often than not, i found contentment in living in a crazy, ever-changing environment.  more than anything i miss visiting my favorite haunts and being recognized and remembered by locals.

that’s all for now.

. . .

have a superb weekend!

i’m off to d.c. tonight on an overnight bus.

. . .

+ a re-cap of the beach to come {my skin feels and looks like leather. three cheers for sun damage!}

a good song for your weekend

+ a pretty braid


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