5:00 am wake up to rooftop yoga and the sunrise over Kathmandu.
7:00 am breakfast in bed with my sweet roommate, Sangita.
7:35 am open the window and sigh. ah! mist and dew over the Himalayas!
8:00 am learn about contemporary Nepali issues like religion, ethnicity, and politics from various Tribhuvan University (the one and only university in Nepal) professors with quirky English accents and interesting mustaches.
10:00 am daal baat #1. chew yogically (at least 35 times.) sit in vajrasana. massage of the pancreas and liver to improve digestion.
11:00 am Nepali language class.
12:34 pm still, Nepali language class.
1:29 pm what else but Nepali language class?
2:16 pm brain becomes chai tea in Nepali language class.
3:00 pm death by Nepali language class.
4:00 pm learn yoga from a little Nepali man who sounds like a fairy and is named Shiva (the Destroyer.)
6:00 pm explore Kirtipur. bum a piece of pineapple off of hajuraamaa, my new friend, a little old lady down the street and talk to her about my husband (she still refuses to accept I am not married…it’s not just the language barrier.)
7:00 pm daal baat #2. Attempt to beat daal baat #1 chew quota.
8:00 pm have hilariously bi-lingual conversations with Sangita, Anju, Prem, Laxmi, and Rajaram. become lost in translation. optional henna tatooing.
8:45pm cram Nepali words and phrases in to the mind. fall asleep while attempting to conjugate verbs.
10:48 pm cozy in to bed. obligatory pinch…is this real? how did I get this lucky?
10:53 pm sigh. life is one beautiful, exquisite possibility.