One year ago today we landed in Nepal.
We haggled (badly) with our first Nepali cab drivers, threw our overstuffed packs in the car, and set off toward an unknown address.
(Seriously – we had no real directions. We were just told by Umbrella to, “head toward the Monkey Temple.”)
We took so many narrow back roads that I wasn’t sure we weren’t being kidnapped – until I realized that those “back” roads were main roads, and “narrow” was all relative. Which was proven when another car careened around the bend toward us, managing to pass without clipping a mirror.
We arrived at the volunteer house, exhausted after two days of travel, but still ready to go out to our first Pub Quiz night to raise money for the organization.
When we got back to the house that night, had no electricity, and crawled into our separate, differently-leveled (but not bunk) twin “beds”, I don’t think we realized quite how much our lives were about to change.
Rather, I know I didn’t.
But I knew, without a doubt, that I had stepped out of my comfort zone.
And the adventure just got better from there.