First my cab driver turns out to be from Nepal. When asked about the “highest” (in altitude) he was, he said “Mt. Everest base camp”. Turns out he worked as Sherpa. Wow. Then the cashier at Fry’s (http://www.frys.com/ac/storeinfo/palo_alto-location-frys-electronics-hours-maps-directions) is also from Nepal.
By then I am hooked on Nepal and try to find a Nepalese Restaurant for dinner. Not easy, but we find a small and nondescript one in a small and nondescript strip mall. Not exactly the posh space. But, BOY, the food is wonderful! First time I eat goat meat; not too easy to tell apart from lamb (a surprise for me); other than it is rather bony.