Unreal

(guesthouse at breakfast) Leaving Seattle, a 13 hour flight, even picking up our bags at the KTM airport did not make returning real to me. But now, after being on the street again, seeing the people, and smelling the smells (good and bad) I feel well and truly back. Everything here is timeless. The places, the people, everything. It's exactly the same as I left. (mid afternoon snack in Thamel) Charles gets major props for trying the fried rice this morning and now chips chili. And he liked them both. So far so good. Unfortunately my lunch plans are shot because it started pouring rain but never fear. I will get my favorite momo by hook or by crook. I think Charles and I are starting to feel nap time coming up. At least I am.