And back home a few months later:
My many trips to Nepal always started and ended in Kathmandu. Every day there, I'd go to my favorite bookstore in the heart of Thamel for my International Herald Tribune. Nimesh's dad owned the store, and everybody in the family worked there from time to time. I soon became friends with the whole family.
Nimesh decided to get his college education at Truman University in Kirksville, Missouri. Why Truman U? It ranks high in the US News annual report: "Truman has forged a national reputation for offering exceptionally high-quality undergraduate education at an affordable price."
It also was an attractive choice for Nimesh, since about a hundred Nepalis were already students there.
Nimesh stayed in the U.S. throughout his undergraduate years. On several occasions during those years, he stayed at my house.
After getting his undergraduate degree at Truman, Nimesh was accepted in an MBA/Finance program at American University. AU is within walking distance -- a good hike -- from my house, so Nimesh stayed here. He remained in the house after he got a job with the World Bank in downtown DC, to which he rides his bike -- weather permitting -- along part of the same route I had used decades before when I biked to my job at BNA.
Here are few of the many photos taken through these past years.
Nimesh in front of the Nepal Embassy:
I hadn't traveled much in the U.S. after I retired since I was flying off to Europe and Asia instead. Thanks to Nimesh, we spent three terrific weeks driving through the Pacific Northwest during the summer of 2011.
Nimesh at Crater Lake:
During my Nepal decade, I made friends with many Nepalis here in Washington. Puru, who remains a good friend, had created a Nepali craft shop in downtown D.C.
Nimesh at Puru's Shop:
The Amazing Bhawana
I expected that Nimesh and Bhawana would want a place of their own after they returned to Washington. Bhawana had never visited a country is the "west," and she astounded me by quickly adapting . . . not only to life in America, but also in our crazy household. Words cannot express the strong relationship we three share today, and the lion's share of that credit goes to Bhawana.
Again, here are just a few of our many photos.
Lunch at the Boathouse in Central Park:
I shudder whenever I recall how close I came to selling my house and moving into a senior residence after getting my Parkinson's diagnosis. I've always loved my house, garden, and neighborhood. But living in the house alone in my mid-80s seemed like it would be lonely and difficult. Now I live in a house filled with love, support, and activity. Just enough activity. I still get plenty of my treasured "alone time."
Entertaining Nimesh's Parents and Grandparents:
Nepal in D.C.
Nimesh and Bhawana have a nice group of Nepali friends here in Washington. I love seeing them sporting native garb for those get-togethers: