First morning in Kathmandu

We woke up our first morning in Kathmandu – after the first night we were able to sleep thru without waking up at 2am, 3am, etc. I think our jet lag might be over and my night time hacking cough is under control.
The plan was to get coffee in our hotel then I’d start editing video as Annie would do her yoga – but the hotel coffee was instant coffee – Those of you who know Annie know this is a way to break a dream. Another guest at the hotel told us to make a left out of the hotel, go to the next “big” intersection and make another left…. and we’d arrive at a good, organic coffee shop. It took us a while (not because it’s a distance or we got got lost, but because there are so many things to look at along the way… so many vehicles to dodge, and so many street venders to say “no” to) but we found it. Annie was transported to the land of “bliss” again. When she saw the size of the cup, she ordered two. On a side note, the table next to us had two monks sharing breakfast with a few other people.
A good friend of mine (Bart Roccoberton, who heads the MFA program in Puppetry at U Conn) who was having a time of unbelievable luck once told me “I feel like I’m walking around black and blue all over my body every day… not because I keep bumping into things, but because I keep pinching myself harder and harder testing to see if I’m dreaming because I can’t believe all this good luck is happening”
This experience in Kathmandu is living up to the visions we dreamt about it. It’s colorful, primitive, poor, happy…. In India one woman suggested to us that there’s nothing worthwhile or artistic in Kathmandu and we should skip it entirely. We haven’t been here for a day yet, but we are so happy we followed our instincts in this case.
Annie’s doing her yoga now…. I’ll try to edit some video.