I miss being on vacation.  Being able to drive wherever I wanted gave me such freedom and joy.  The clean mountain air was so good for my lungs.  The more I study yoga, the more I love being alone.  I enjoyed those silent moments that I had getting my coffee in the morning while the women were decorating the temples and idols on the corners.  

I miss having traffic with no horns.  I miss being able to what I want to do when I want to do it.  There was so much freedom in Nepal.  I am reminded of my trips to Amsterdam not talking to anyone for several days at a time.  Those moments are bliss.  Those moments are beautiful.  

I miss not having to rush to this place or that place.  I miss not having a timetable at all.  I miss my morning yoga sessions when the birds are chirping and the sun is just starting to rise.  I miss silence.  

I miss waking up in the morning and looking at a map and choosing a random direction to go explore.  I miss all of the food and the mint lemonade.  I miss not having any responsibility except to be vigilant for my own self and actions.  I miss Nepal.