The story begins in the first page of my blog. Here I am -- a 61 year old widow, with children who have grown up, family obligations that have ended, and a need to do something with my own life. I will settle down, someday, but for now I want to explore. I intended to go to England, but ended up in rural Nepal. It was tough -- climbing half way up what Nepalis call a hill and I call a mountain. I have always enjoyed meeting people of other cultures, but that was the first time I had ever BEEN the person of the other culture. I did have meltdowns, and there were times when I was in tears. At the end the tears were for other reasons, and I came back to Nepal.
Nepal, London, Paris, British Columbia, Toronto Island, Rome, Boston, Cuba, Costa Rica, New Zealand, Katoomba (Australia)