Tonight John and I watched "Fast and Furious, part 4" at the movie theater. Occasionally there are films from America that trickle down to Nepal. Although I am not one for action movies, this one was better than most action movies I've seen. It was entertaining, suspenseful, and without too much blood. It put me in the mood to drive fast. Since we don't own a car here in Nepal, I opted to walk fast instead! I was zipping through the crowds, nearly avoiding head on collisions, and doing maneuvers only thought to be done by professional stunt devils.
In the midst of suffering from indigestion having eaten a deep fried chicken burger at the theater and zooming up and down the street in my new high speed walk, I looked toward the street scene in front of me and felt nostalgic for this place. It made want to scream out, "I'm really in Nepal!" and hug myself. At the same time, I felt sad to know that in two months I will be leaving this place. Tonight, as we walked home I remembered the way I had first seen the beauty and strangeness of this city. Maybe it was the smell of dinner having just been made wafting from the open kitchen doorways or the way the stringed lights hung from windowsill to windowsill giving a warm glow to the street below that made feel this way. I smiled the entire way home.
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