We tagged along with the Class 5 and 6 fieldtrip to Tawang a couple weekends ago. (A couple of the kids talked about it here, on the JG blog.)
Besides everyone getting brain damage and puking all over the place from riding in the closed-in back of a fumey truck for 2 hours each way (except me & Kai — we claimed 1/2 a seat in the cab)…it was a lovely trip, and fun to go somewhere with the kids.
We visited the old Tawang monastery, Urgelling Gonpa — the birthplace of the 6th Dalai Lama, and Manjushree — a residential school in Tawang.
I like going to places I’ve been before, because it allows me to pay attention to new things and notice new details because I’m not trying to take everything in. I feel a tiny bit less like a tourist. I also like it when people recognize Kai, are excited to see him, but are way more chill about saying hello because they realize it’s not their one and only chance to get a picture of themselves with a little blonde boy.
I like it when we are old news. I like it when a place becomes comfortable and familiar.