So I graduated. From yoga school. And Guruji actually smiled (see picture.)
Twelve hours later, I said goodbye to Ashram Life and namaste to the land of Mt. Everest, prayer flags, and Sherpas: Nepal. I’ve been in Kirtipur, a small hill town about fifteen minutes outside Kathmandu, for a little over a week. And I’ve fallen in love.
By the end of yoga school, my body needed to rest from six hours of exercise a day and my mind was hungry to start research; Nepal is the jar of Ayurvedic medicine that is restoring my soul.