Goodbye to Nepal

Well, it's over. I managed to say goodbye to 150 kids and staff who all ran after the taxi crying and waving. Tough stuff, I tell ya. It was good though. It was one of those good sadnesses. Not the empty kind but the kind that would make you do it again. Whoa nelly! Not that I would do it again right away. Psh. I tell you, being able to breathe clean air again, sit on a toilet, let a machine wash my clothes and eat a variety of foods is really enjoyable right now. I think I'll really take the time to appreciate it for a while before I jump into anything else.

So all in all, I'm glad I did it. I wasn't even sure if I liked kids before I went or if I was even good with them at all. I'm glad to know that I can handle a lot of sometimes difficult children and really enjoy it. And I know that everyone will think I'm crazy, but I actually miss the curry. Our cook made damn good curry. And no, I don't miss my dog yet although I'm sure she cries for me every night.

Alors, c'est tout. I'm now in Ireland visiting my brother. Other than the fact that his Polish roommates are dead set on shocking my liver after its three month dormancy, I'm once again in love with the island and am trying to figure out how I can live here. Maybe work on the peace progress in the North?? Who knows. For everyone who is desperate to see my shining face again, I'll be home on Sunday. And in one piece too.

I will post pictures when I get home, but as for more stories, you'll all have to wait for my next adventure.