As some of you know, we had to say goodbye to Cooper this past summer. However, I am not bereft of dog. “There are no strangers here; only hands you haven’t yet sniffed.”
The momo is Nepal’s national dumpling, its version of the gyoza, the knish, the ravioli. And I’ve had my first plateful at a local restaurant. The garnish on top is questionable. Let’s see what happens.
We’re still under limited quarantine, so I stretched my legs for five minutes in the neighborhood while there is a break in the monsoon rains.
We landed in Kathmandu, Nepal this morning, to start our next posting. Here is the view from the car during the ride from the airport to our house, plus the view from our balcony.