Returning to Ladakh a second time I began noticing things. There were still the stunning vistas of the snow-capped Ladakh […]
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We were going to Northern India, Leh, for a month. Shortly before I left, a friend pointed out that a […]
The dark rooms filled with figures and statues captivated my imagination.
We’d been hoping that whatever mountain specter that has been hanging over our sewing machines would tire of its play and allow us to get some work done.
The nuns are super sweet and totally rock the shaved head look, but alas, they have not been to restaurant school.
With the major landmark of the bond beam completed – and the aches and bruises to prove it – we have been able to move into roof construction.
An air of achievement and contentment surrounded us on the bus trip home, as did backaches, sunburns, and blisters.
As our 30 cm thick walls began to grow, we learned that laying brick is deceptive: it’s much harder than it looks.