Looking Back

This time of year always makes me nostalgic -- it was about this time that I started my adventures in Nepal back in '99.  So when the day dawns on January 15th I try to take a few minutes to remember things I desperately want to hold on.  And I do the same every day for a week or so afterwards.  I'm fortunate that my best memory of my trip kisses me every day before he leaves for work, hugs me every day when he comes home and sits next to me at the dinner table every night.  But the other memories fade a little more as the time goes on.  Photos help -- bringing back the sights, sounds and smells that one will only understand if they step foot off an airplane in Kathmandu.  It saddens me though that the details continuously become more obscure.