This week, I have earned a few new bruises and a few new rips in my previously brand-new pants. Whether it was moving sand from point A to point B, or following “uncle” Silas’s paver pattern, I am always left with a little something. Most often, it’s not a tear or a cut, but a...
Kathmandu, Nepal Today was our group’s first day in Nepal. We were all pretty jet lagged, but we did visit Boudhanath Stupa. We also went over some norms for our group. First impression of Nepal is that it’s really rich with culture—a culture that’s a lot different than what we’re used to. The main religions...
The following poem is a collection of small writing pieces created along our 3 day trek through the Himalayas. The orange clay like earth beneath my feet feels nice. It’s as if the soil moves according to you, its confidence determined by the rain. My skin is cool and damp, easily noticed as it sticks...