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A Lesson on Color in Nepal

Every now and then I realize that things seem grey. My clothes, the weather, my attitude. In Nepal, Outside, Frankenstein, Wonder Boy and I were constantly commenting on the color. The people wore bright clothes! The signs were bright! Everywhere you looked were vibrant bursts of color!

Holy Man in Kathmandu, Nepal.
Holy Man in Kathmandu, Nepal.
A little girl dressed in red in Kathmandu.
A little girl dressed in red, totally matching her environment, in Kathmandu.
Prayer Flags at the Boudhanath Stupa in Kathmandu, Nepal.
Prayer Flags at the Boudhanath Stupa in Kathmandu, Nepal.
Saris in Bhaktapur, Nepal.
Now this is color! Saris in Bhaktapur, Nepal.
Little Girls in Bhaktapur, Nepal.
Fierce fashion and even fiercer eye makeup!
At the German Buddhist Temple in Lumbini, Nepal.
View inside the German Buddhist Temple in Lumbini, Nepal.
Prayer Wheels at the Shree Gaden Dhargay-Ling Monastery in Pokhara, Nepal.
Prayer Wheels at the Shree Gaden Dhargay-Ling Monastery in Pokhara, Nepal
People at the Tashiling Refugee Camp 50th Anniversary celebration in Pokhara, Nepal.
People at the Tashiling Refugee Camp 50th Anniversary celebration in Pokhara, Nepal.
Man in a Haka Topi in Kathmandu, Nepal.
Man in a Haka Topi in Kathmandu, Nepal.
Brightly Colored Powder for Diwali.
Brightly Colored Powder for Diwali in Kathmandu, Nepal.
Vendors in Kathmandu, Nepal.
Vendors in Kathmandu, Nepal. Their outfits and their wares are bright!
Fabric for sale in Kathmandu, Nepal.
Fabric for sale in Kathmandu, Nepal. Just try and find a dull pattern.
Shoes in Kathmandu, Nepal.
A regret. Why didn’t I buy a pair of these???
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Mother Nature At Her Best in Nepal: The Himalayas, Waterfalls and Rivers, Rhinoceroses, Monkeys and Roosters

I returned from a trip to Nepal last month and when I went back to work I had people asking me, “What was your favorite part?” There are some vacations where this is so easy to answer. With Nepal, it was a sort of visual all-you-can-eat buffet of Mother Nature’s greatest work and it’s been hard for me to point to just one thing and say, “That! That was the best!” There are certainly parts I enjoyed more than others, but when I try to articulate them, they sound so lame. So my answer is: Everything I got to see in Nepal. That was my favorite.Over the course of twelve days in Nepal, we visited six different cities. Somehow, we managed to have a good mix of urban and nature, with a little bit of small-town scattered throughout. We saw the highest mountain in the world, the first national park in Nepal, the birthplace of Buddha with structures dating back to 623 BC and lots and lots of animals, which I always love. We were able to wander through small towns, survive the busy streets of Kathmandu and challenge my asthma diagnosis with more altitude changes than I ever expected. (Those portions of the trip were heavily sponsored by Prednisone.)

Baby Monkey Near the Pashupatinath Temple
We spotted this baby monkey near the Pashupatinath Temple. There’s a whole series of photos and his facial expressions are great.
Pink Powder Puff Tree Flower at the Green Park Chitwan.
There was a Pink Powder Puff Tree growing on the grounds of our hotel in Chitwan. The flowers are gorgeous.
In Chitwan at some animal preserve, I got to pet a baby rhinoceros!
In Chitwan at an animal preserve, I got to pet a baby rhinoceros! When you would pet him, he’d let out this deep sigh and his ears would flick back and forth, which is why they’re blurry in the photo.
River in Nepal.
Just your standard roadside beauty in Nepal!
View From the World Peace Pagoda in Pokhara.
This was the view out the front door at the World Peace Pagoda in Pokhara.
Hang Gliders in Pokhara.
These crazy people jump off the Himalayas to go hang gliding!
Phewa Lake in Pokhara.
Once it stopped raining and we finally got to see it, Phewa Lake in Pokhara was stunning.
Rooster at Swayambhunath, also known as the Monkey Temple.
I like farm animals as much as exotic and this rooster was ridiculous, strutting around Swayambhunath, also known as the Monkey Temple.
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A Lesson In Stepping Out

While we were in Nepal, Wonder Boy, Frankenstein, Outside and I all took a chartered plane ride past Mount Everest. We had figured that this trip would be the closest we would ever get to the Himalayas and that none of use was likely to ever hike to Mount Everest. But a plane ride? Well within all of our skill sets.We woke up early so we could be flying at first light. I had seen photos from a friend’s trip and she had gone on a similar flight. Based on her photos, I was excited for the photography opportunities. I had my camera ready to go!

When we got on the plane, I was disappointed to see that my window’s view was partially blocked by the plane’s wing. But with careful careening of my neck, I could still get a wing-free picture. In between snapping shots, I tried to take in the view. To absorb everything I was seeing. But just like the window was blocked, my mental state was partially blocked by my singular focus on getting some pictures.

I’ve been going through my pictures from the trip and have learned a valuable lesson. While I was busy trying to take good photographs, I should have been more focused on the great view. Because you know what? My raw photos aren’t good. They are streaked and blurred by whatever was on my plane window. The plane’s wing makes many appearances.

Heavily edited in Photoshop, I have some that look okay. But I’m not sure any of my handful of photos match in beauty, even close, what I know I saw.

A view of the Himalayas, as seen from a flight by Mount Everest.

That leads me wondering if I got my money’s worth. Or at least everything I could have from the experience. I’m not sure. If I didn’t, though, it’s my fault. The flight wasn’t about what I could see through my viewfinder. It was what I could take in and embrace. That flight was about seeing individual homes in remote areas of the Himalayas. It was about getting as close to Mount Everest as I’ll ever be. It was about being in awe, and a little incredulous, of anyone willing to climb those mountaintops. It was about seeing Mother Nature in one of her finest acts.

That flight was about a singular experience. I regret that I wasn’t able to step out from behind my camera for a while longer and enjoy it more.

That’s a relatively inexpensive lesson for me to learn, in the grand scheme of things. The same thing applies to me hiding behind my phone screen being “social” or sitting behind a computer screen “interacting” with people. Not everything has to be captured and documented. Not everything needs proof. The experience might be so much better than any of that and all the proof I need is stored in my head.

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Books Read From Ohio to Halfway Around the World And Back

My Weeks in BooksIf nothing else, vacation offers a wonderful time to catch up on reading. I’ve been growing my To Read list for a while now, without making much progress at actually reading the books. For a recent two week trip, I packed eleven books (it’s always better to have too many than not enough!) and read eight.

Several of my books for this trip were selected based on previous reads from the same authors. That was the case with my first book, Unaccustomed Earth by Jhumpa Lahiri. The Lowland was one of my favorite books from last year and I find just about everything Lahiri writes to be perfection. Unaccustomed Earth did not let me down.

This book of short stories looks at the differences between expatriate Bengali parents and their American-born or American-raised children. The stories overlap some, but the merging of story lines isn’t really necessary. Each stands alone just fine. One regret I do have is reading these stories all in one go during a plane flight. They would have been better spread out over a period of days or weeks. That just didn’t fit with my make-more-room-in-my-luggage-by-reading-and-giving-away-books plan.

If someone I don’t know well asks for a book recommendation, I always suggest Cutting for Stone by Abraham Verghese. The book has appeal for people of such a wide variety of interests and it’s just so good. I’m not sure why, but I had never explored Verghese’s other books and just happened upon The Tennis Partner while at the used bookstore. I can’t say enough how happy I am that I read Cutting for Stone first. It’s a much better novel and the one I’m choosing to associate with Verghese.

The Tennis Partner is about a relationship between a doctor and a medical student. The two bond over tennis and find themselves looking forward to their scheduled matches as a release from the stresses of life – both at work and at home. Through the character of David Smith, Verghese offers an interesting exploration into addiction and the practice of medicine. Beyond that, the book simply wasn’t memorable for me.

I listened to The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle as an audio book. In this mystery, Sherlock Holmes must help Henry Baskerville after the mysterious death of his uncle, Sir Charles. Family lore has it that an enormous hound resides on the moors in Devon, threatening the Baskerville family. Henry doesn’t want to meet his end on his newly inherited estate.

I enjoyed the rural setting for The Hound of the Baskervilles. The story itself dragged on a bit in the middle but was, in the end, really quite good.

I have no shame in admitting how much I loved The Fault in Our Stars by John Green – both the book and the movie. That book was my only basis for comparison when I started Looking for Alaska, but it might have been the perfect measuring stick.

Looking for Alaska takes place at a boarding school and involves the relationships between a group of students. Like any group of friends, one person is really the glue holding everyone together and in this instance it’s a girl names Alaska. Like any good teen story, the characters in Looking for Alaska all carry their own baggage. And drama ensues.

Green excels at young adult novels. They might not be the deepest reading, but they’re thoroughly enjoyable. I have more reaction to share on this book, but I’ll do that in a later post.

Here’s my confession. The book Gone Girl? I hated it. And I know it’s this whole phenomenon now and the movie is supposed to be so good, but I can’t get past the fact that I just didn’t get into the book. I say all that so you understand what I mean when I say that fans of Gone Girl will love Reconstructing Amelia by Kimberly McCreight. I mean, if I’m going to give a back-handed compliment, I want you to be aware that I’m aware of what I’m doing, right?

In Reconstructing Amelia, Kate Baron learns that her daughter has committed suicide. What is a seemingly simple case of teen taking her own life becomes much more complicated when Kate gets an anonymous text: “Amelia didn’t jump.” That leads Kate and readers down a path to solving the real story behind Amelia’s death.

I learned about The Girl Who Fell from the Sky by Heidi W. Durrow from Kat Chow on an episode of Pop Culture Happy Hour. I knew very little about the book except that it might be heavier reading offering an exploration of race. It was that, but so much more.

Durrow is the daughter of an African-American enlisted Air Force man and a white Danish woman. It is from this background that she draws as she writes about Rachel, who shares the same racial background. After a family tragedy of epic proportions, Rachel moves out West with her grandmother. There her racial identity moves from unimportant or undefined to very clearly, according to Rachel’s grandmother, African American. Her peers see Rachel’s hair and eye color and have their own thoughts about her race.

Durrow offers a great exploration of race when it isn’t so clearly defined as well as mixed race relationships and how they play out in families, society and self-identification. The Girl Who Feel From the Sky is definitely a worthwhile read.

A Woman of Substance by Barbara Taylor Bradford is an epic romance novel that’s pretty predictable. I feel guilty writing this knowing that I passed on the book to my sister (but I really think she might like it!) but about 2/3 of the way through A Woman of Substance I sort of wondering if I’d read it before. Clocking in at 906 pages, I feel certain I could have halved the length by editing down lengthy descriptions and the tiresome number of times people commented on the beauty, wit and cunning of the main character.

Remember when just a little while ago I said about John Green, he “excels at young adult novels”? That opinion is diminished a bit by my reading of An Abundance of Katherines, also by John Green. I love a good Young Adult novel and don’t normally mind that I’m not the target audience. Maybe this book had a little too much Young in the Young Adult?

If nothing else, vacation offers a wonderful time to catch up on reading. These were the books that accompanied from Ohio to Nepal and back.
This post originally appeared on Kate’s Point of View. © Kate. All rights reserved.

Tiny Stockings from Ecuador

Each year Wonder Boy and I try to take one big trip and we do our best to always come back with a souvenir that can be for both of us – something that sits somewhere in our home and reminds us, “Wow! Look where you went!”That’s not exactly true. We aim to come back with a ton of things and usually bring along an extra duffel bag that’s so large we could both fit inside it and have room left over. Despite these lofty goals, we’re lucky if we return home with one small thing.

Around our home now are some very large things (framed prints) and very small things (scooter statue made from recycled soda cans and a little wind charm of Vietnamese hats) that represent countries around the world. My favorite of all of our souvenirs is the smallest. Hanging on our kitchen door is a small pair of stockings. It was given to us free somewhere while we were traveling in Ecuador in 2006. I am sure they are knitted from yarn from Llama hair, only because that’s what is plentiful in Ecuador. I know little else about them.

Stockings from Ecuador.

But when I see those tiny stockings, I’m reminded of the first international trip Wonder Boy and I took together – his first ever. I was so nervous he wouldn’t enjoy my fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants travel style and I think he was a little concerned about the lack if itinerary in a place where we didn’t speak the language. We did so little there but we had such a good time doing it.

Wonder Boy and I in Ecuador in 2006.
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