Where Are We Now?
A couple of hints: we just came from sitting around an open fire in a courtyard garden. We're wearing our winter hats. I have on Smartwool socks. We can see our breath when we're talking. Oh yeah, and we met the Himalayas for the first time while flying at 29,000 feet.
If you guessed Kathmandu, Nepal you win:-) Hoping to get fotos up tomorrow or the day after so we can share the magic (digitally at least).
As always, many stories and ponderings to share--my two days at a hill station in Matheran, Josh's new sitar (and the possibility of a THIRD sitar joining our family--as long as I get to be the first wife, that's all that matters), music madness in Ahmedabad, the omnipresence of Bryan Adams, 12 piece brass bands crammed into one rickshaw in full marching regalia, wonderful and strange and sometimes wonderfully strange encounters with all sorts of people--but for now we wanted to give you a written glimpse of our first glimpse of perhaps the most amazing mountain range in the world, straight from my journal, hot off the pages...
the smog cuts sharply against the horizon as we climb to 29,000 feet on our way to Kathmandu, Nepal. we left Delhi behind miles ago, but the most polluted city in the world still takes a toll out here and up here. in the distance, we stare at what we think are clouds until they come more distinctly into focus and become sky-piercing mountains beyond the thinly snaking rivers and determinedly straight irrigation ditches and crystallizing townships that burst over farmland. Josh explains to me how rivers curve a they grow old, or grow old as they curve. maybe both. the seat in front of us proclaims "Sim+Billy in love," flight attendants offer weak but free beer. The mountains keep holding their line. Until, suddenly, that line steps forward and surges upward. We can't see anything below us--only clouds--and the mountains crest alongside us. They roll towards us and away from us--shadowed and snowy peaks stretching out and out and out. the plane begins to turn its nose towards them, and it seems like everyone on the plane leans forward, urging us onward. amazing to think that for years and years people looked up at these mountains, and now we're in the clouds with them. of course, we have to land. 40 tons of metal can only stay up on wings for so long. we begin to descend into the foothills and dense clouds that flare over the crumpled earth and beneath our frail selves.
as always, peace and love,
J&J
If you guessed Kathmandu, Nepal you win:-) Hoping to get fotos up tomorrow or the day after so we can share the magic (digitally at least).
As always, many stories and ponderings to share--my two days at a hill station in Matheran, Josh's new sitar (and the possibility of a THIRD sitar joining our family--as long as I get to be the first wife, that's all that matters), music madness in Ahmedabad, the omnipresence of Bryan Adams, 12 piece brass bands crammed into one rickshaw in full marching regalia, wonderful and strange and sometimes wonderfully strange encounters with all sorts of people--but for now we wanted to give you a written glimpse of our first glimpse of perhaps the most amazing mountain range in the world, straight from my journal, hot off the pages...
the smog cuts sharply against the horizon as we climb to 29,000 feet on our way to Kathmandu, Nepal. we left Delhi behind miles ago, but the most polluted city in the world still takes a toll out here and up here. in the distance, we stare at what we think are clouds until they come more distinctly into focus and become sky-piercing mountains beyond the thinly snaking rivers and determinedly straight irrigation ditches and crystallizing townships that burst over farmland. Josh explains to me how rivers curve a they grow old, or grow old as they curve. maybe both. the seat in front of us proclaims "Sim+Billy in love," flight attendants offer weak but free beer. The mountains keep holding their line. Until, suddenly, that line steps forward and surges upward. We can't see anything below us--only clouds--and the mountains crest alongside us. They roll towards us and away from us--shadowed and snowy peaks stretching out and out and out. the plane begins to turn its nose towards them, and it seems like everyone on the plane leans forward, urging us onward. amazing to think that for years and years people looked up at these mountains, and now we're in the clouds with them. of course, we have to land. 40 tons of metal can only stay up on wings for so long. we begin to descend into the foothills and dense clouds that flare over the crumpled earth and beneath our frail selves.
as always, peace and love,
J&J
posted by Jessica Pierce at 6:52 AM
1 Comments:
"the mountains keep holding their line." that' beautiful . i'd include expletives, but your family reads this.:) love from very much, too much, on the ground.
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