Homeward Bound

In the space of an hour this afternoon I...

almost had my Diet Coke hijacked by a little boy. He came up from behind and grabbed the can in a very wily surprise, but failed, attack. By the time it all registered he was one block up the street. If I hadn't been so surprised, I probably wouldn't have employed the 'vice-grip' move and would have let him have it. But, my Diet Coke? My instinct was to protect: don't mess with the DC.

had my donut stolen by a 11 year old. Again, a surprise-from-behind-move... (I began to wonder if I shouldn't portage all food above my head.) I again employed the instinctive 'vice-grip' move. But this time I had had the presence of mind to just let go when second thought rolled around. (Now don't judge me by my food choices; after five days, I was T-I-R-E-D of Indianesque food.)

watched a nursing woman stop nursing to wave a bottle in my face to beg for milk for her baby. I presume you see the irony in this.

...And I knew it was time to go home.

Kathmandu - I like you. But you tire me out.

And as for home? I'm not really sure where it is anymore. Last week as I flew East to return to Abu Dhabi, it felt normal to unlayer ("goodbye sneakers, sweater, scarf. hello flip flops, t-shirt, sunglasses") as the women around me layered ("goodbye jeans, shirts, faces. hello abaya, head scarf"). Destination 2009? TBA.