Nepal is famous for the tea houses that line the trekking trails. All the tea houses offer some variation of a few different things, dal bhat, momo’s, chow mein, and garlic soup. The garlic soup was something my mum raved about and promised me I would love. As per usual she was right. I took the shot above after a particularly long and grueling day trekking up and down steep hills with hundreds of steps. Mum and I were exhausted and famished when we arrived at the tea house we were to stay for the night, and this soup was incredibly welcome.
I wish I had some right now. I’m bitterly tired. I work a few days a week at a restaurant and I’ve been working extra shifts for people on vacation lately. Plus I had house guests staying with me most of the week that I just said goodbye to yesterday. It’s funny, I’ve been talking about the 12th house all week, but I haven’t spent much time there, Jupiter in Cancer has been pulling me out and making me work for it.
The picture above is so damned comforting I can’t even tell you. I won’t be having any garlic soup tonight, but I’m going to settle for door locked to the outside world, a hot bath, and a good night’s sleep.