All of my single (and non-single, actually) female friends were so jealous when I told them I was going to Italy. I mean, it’s Italy! Everyone knows Italy is full of tanned athletic soccer players that would make me romantic candlelit dinners and call me “bella” every five minutes.
I’m having a love affair with a country. Scandalous. That’s right, Italy has stolen my heart and has no intention of returning it. That’s okay. I’m just as besotted.
Just in case you were ever wondering who was behind the Kelsapoodle (and what the heck that meant anyways)…. I have been nominated for a Liebster award!
It was getting dark and I was sure I had seen that table of yak statues before.
Waaaaaay back in the day, around the 14th century, there was a spiritual leader named Drupka Kunley. He was known as the “Divine Madman,” as his teachings of Buddhism were a little…unorthodox. He found the “middle path” of Buddhism too restrictive, so he decided to DIY his own brand. His hobbies included banishing demons, drinking, andContinue reading
There’s something you should know about me: I am absolutely terrified of spiders. All spiders. Even tiny ones. And not in a cute “hehe so scary kill it for me please” way, either. In like a “HOLY GOD THERE’S AN ARACHNID WITHIN FIFTY FEET OF ME SOMEONE GET A FLAMETHROWER” kind of way.
Arriving in Kathmandu and the receiving culture shock was like being plunked into a glass full of squirming octopi and having no idea what’s going on while your entire body is being examined by tentacles.
The morning after we arrived in Nepal, I woke up and spent a good two seconds wondering where the heck I was–then it hit me.
I think the best way to describe arriving in Nepal was that I drastically overestimated my experience with international travel.