Julley !

"Julley !"

Aunty Rinchen wished as she made a much needed cup of tea on a cold Monday morning. The Gotal Guesthouse always had a full flask of tea, all day around.

After close to two weeks here, I had made peace with the weather. I knew I was going to miss the chills once I came back to the city.

Tiptoeing back from the kitchen, with the warmth of the cup in my hand, I opened the wooden window of my room. I watched the sun break free from the horizon's grasp and the mountain ranges cast in honey-golden light with the peaks covered with a powder of fresh snow.

I smiled with a tinge of regret. I would miss this place - the old world charm, the laid back lives of the countryside and the serenity that came with every sunrise.

"Julley", i sighed to myself.

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The past few days have filled with enough memories of glory and wonder to fill up a lifetime.

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From sitting around the small gas burner and enjoying delicious dinners cooked by the warmest people.

We experienced the best hospitality in the humblest of establishments.

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From quiet reflections at the monasteries to catching the sunsets from the highest vantage points.

We found peace in the harshest of weathers and remotest of places.

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From diving into blizzards to getting ambushed by tiny monks, we threw caution to the winds, gave fewer cares and got a tad bit braver.

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And so, so much more that I don't think I will be able to sum up in a single post.

So to sum it up in a single word.

Julley,

Sandy