I Dreamed of a Philly Cheese. No Joke.

Well it finally happened, I thought it would come a little later than this but it's here and what can I do. I am not completely certain I can face another meal of rice and vegetables. For two times a day I have had nothing but rice and vegetables for almost the entirety of the two months and one week I have been here. I think that I am starting to slip. Eating has become more of a chore than anything else and I am constantly tiered (I way 160 lbs.). The other day I put a pile of rice on my plate and just stared at it for minutes before I took my first bite. Afterwards I went to the fridge and got myself a big spoon of honey. As I am lolling the spoon of honey in my mouth my fellow intern just stares at me. I'm not certain of my motivation for the honey but I think something just needed to change. But bless my Sister host here, she really knows how to make the same dishes different and interesting; however, the menu has been sampled thoroughly now and I don't know what to do. We even went out to dinner once and our Nepali family ordered the same thing we have eaten every night. Stupefied as asked my Sister host why and she said, "I like rice." They also are baffled to learn that Americans don't eat rice every day. Things like this make my two months and three weeks left here seem a little to long for comfort. But aside from this I am having an awesome time here, and will be sad to go. The city of Kathmandu is just so weird sometimes. For instance the other day I was sleeping in my bed only to be woken up by this horrible screeching; I open my eyes and my little sister had scooted her trainer potty into my doorway so she could watch me sleep and go to the bathroom. I also see some of the strangest looking dogs; I saw a dog with the head and tail the size and likeness of a husky but with the body of a wiener dog. I was so fascinated by this canine that I almost stepped and slipped on a dead duckling in the road. And amidst all of this weird and crazy, the cab drivers maintain complete cool as they rush by. They know exactly where their car ends and chaos begins; there simply is no room for chaos in a cab. You sit and watch close call after near miss as they weave through traffic at speeds that boggle the mind and never get a scratch. But any way, I have finally brought out the big camera and it was met with good response. Some of the kids still pose but I hope that this phase will soon pass, along with them constantly asking for their photos. It's funny, I took a picture of this one boy and not a half hour later he comes back looking through my bag for his picture as if because my camera could show the image on the screen, I could print it right there as well. I have recently had a bad cough which has kept me in bed for the last two days so I am very eager to get back out there. I only have until mid Dec. to finish but I think I am going to continue with the street children on my own afterwards and build up my theme so that when I come back I might be able to turn it into a book. Well this is probably the longest blog I have written yet and I am sorry. Just know that I love you all, as soft as that sounds and I will somehow find a way to mix up my diet. Seth.