I sometimes get nostalgic for our missionary life in Banepa. And when I do, I remember things like
- watching hail the size of golf balls crack the window pane
- getting excited about iceberg lettuce
- sipping a tall glass of hot lemon and honey
- eating momos by the dozen
- seeing kids gets excited school
- waking up before dawn to watch a jatra
- burying myself under the covers to drown out the morning prayers being sung off key
- feeling surprised at every fresh, new miracle
- making friends with people of different faiths and race
- taking two-minute showers
- washing veggies in Clorox
- stepping into the occasional warm pile of dung
- buying pirated DVD’s with no guilt
- getting used to bombs–started out the first year running out the door screaming and ended with reaching out for the TV remote to turn up the volume
Says Fyl 