…paid off in September with the arrival of our new rugs!
This past spring, we visited the Jawalakhel Handicraft Center in Kathmandu, Nepal, and ordered two custom rugs to be woven by Tibetan Refugees (read the original post here). We paid for them in advance, but weren’t completely sure they would arrive. So, it was awesome to finally get a call that our order had arrived at San Francisco International Airport.
The rugs are lovely and exactly what what we recall ordering six months ago. Now they are on our floors and are yet another reminder of our trip.
Fortunately, we did buy a number of souvenirs, which jog my memories about various merchants that we met, markets that we trolled and cities that we explored.
Every week Tim sports a new soccer jersey while he coaches Charlie’s team, reminding me of our time in Zambia or the weeks we spent hopping around Europe. The wooden bowls from Africa make me smile as I recall the enthusiastic artist and his or her relief at having sold a piece of work. Tim and I joke about the beautiful water color painting we purchased in Myanmar for $9; our driver scoffed at our poor bargaining skills and told us it should have been $2 (we made some family really happy that day). The hand painted numbers by our front door remind me of our carefree days cruising around Antalya, Turkey. Every piece is connected to a memory and I’m just not ready to forget anything yet.
Finally, we blew up about 75 photos to 11×14 inches. We will rotate these in our house, displaying about 25 at any given them. Here’s what they look like: