Fearlessdragon

I got a reminder I haven't updated this blog in 129 days or so. ... and after reading the last one I am here scratching my head thinking what to write?! Nowadays there is email, High 5, facebook, blogs and etc, etc.. it is so easy to know EVERYTHING about EVERYONE, ANYWHERE in the world... a bit scary if you ask me.
This blog was a useful way to keep in touch with people while I was away in Nepal, thanks to those of you who read it and wrote comments. I am back now, and will not use this any more.
We are all in touch anyway, one way or another, so look forward to seeing you/hearing from you soon
Love,
Bea

The hottest day of the summer -so far- welcomed me to Nepal. I got a taxi at the airport and in the short journey to the Guest House I got kind of propositioned by the driver! With a smile but a serious look he told me he was young, hard working and ambitious, moreover, that he didn't fancy Nepalese girls -at all!- and that he didn't really mind if I didn't want any children.. I just shook my head,smiled staring out the window... thinking about last year, when I first came here...
Some things have changed : I have a new room, it has been recently refurbished and it's lovely! I am very happy about that.

Abi, the elderly nun that used to be my neighbour (I'm now across the hall) keeps yelling at me like making up for lost time. She jumps out of her room whenever she hears me coming into the bathroom (HER bathroom) just to check I don't leave the taps open, or the light on or the door unlocked... some things have not changed!

Others have grown, like the genuine joy and delight I felt to see my friend nuns. Although they were again in a silent retreat when I arrived, there was no need for words to show our sincere affection. Real proof that the universal language of love trades with hugs,looks and smiles.

We are all going to India soon and after some time less than half of us will return to Kathmandu. In my heart I feel something similar to whatI felt before I left England. How the joy of seeing friends and family was mixed with the anticipated sadness of saying goodbyes.

Good thing that the bonds are strong, like thick rubber bands that can get stretch a bit but will spring back together sometime. I am sad and sorry for the ones that are currently being stretched a bit too much and anticipate the joy of seeing many of you rubber bands soon!!

lots of love,
Bea

ps The manager nun asked me how was my holiday when she took me to my room and gave me the keys. I was surprised and touched. So, this is home... I just went away for a bit (?!)

It made me so happy to see Cambridge again. I was looking (from the window of the Airport coach service) with a huge grin on my face how lovely and lush everything looked around me; how clean and quiet after the madness and the pollution in Kathmandu.
I confess I am kind of in love with this place!

I walked around town shopping for a new pair of trainers, to replace the ones I had stolen in India. Inside the box I found a gift key ring, a useful little thing that is also a compass, a torch and a whistle!
I suddenly felt a bit sad... I didn't actually had a home! there were no keys to put in it! I soon realised this wasn't the case, I actually did have the keys to my friends's house here in Cambridge, and then, when I went to visit some friends in Barcelona, I also had their house keys to put in it. Later on: there were the keys to my sister's home in Madrid; my old housemate's back here in Cambridge and presently, the keys to my friend Rossie's flat.

A little change in perspective showed me how lucky I am to have had the keys to many houses, to have shared their homes. Thank you so much, I am very grateful to all of you!

Next week I will be going back to Kathmandu. I will try to keep in touch, to keep writting. I found out that the trouble with the old blog was that I had exceeded it's capacity. I have now erased all the old posts, changed the design, the colour and added some photos.
Like when you feel something has changed inside you, and you must at least get a hair cut to be coherent with it!

Keep in touch, all my love
Bea
ps. key ring will be briefly empty until I get the keys to my old room in the Monastery. I am happy to go back, it feels such a dear and familiar place! anyway, I'll be fine, now I have a compass to get my bearings; a torch to help me in the dark and in case of need: I can always whistle can't I?