It still has not hit me that Nepal is real, and I’m not sure it ever will. I feel like I am living in a dream world. I could not believe my eyes as I looked out the plane window: the colors overwhelmed me, and I felt the vibrant tones enliven my very tired body (we had been flying for three days). My friend beside me described it as a “toy town.” I swore it was a green screen. The city of Kathmandu magically sits within the confines of the divine Himalayas, these gargantuan, snowy mountains that appear larger than life.
I could not be happier to be here. It is quite difficult not knowing the language, I must admit. I have never struggled so much with the yearning to speak with the people around me but not being able to. Still, locals greet us with warm smiles and a welcoming “namaste.” Yesterday, we had this one amazing interaction with a young girl who spoke practically flawless English. She asked us where we were from, what program we were part of, and she ended the conversation with the sweetest “please come visit Nepal again!”
My senses tingle with excitement as I am met with new sights, sounds, smells, and tastes. I am looking forward to meeting my host family and for everything that’s to come!
And of course, I love you Mom and Dad very much. Hope you are doing well back in beautiful Jersey.