“Travel is rebellion in its purest form… We follow our heart. We free ourselves of labels. We lose control willingly. We trade a role for reality. We love the unfamiliar. We trust strangers. We only own what we can carry. We search for better questions, not answers. We truly graduate. We, sometimes, never choose to come back.”
On the second morning of my stay in Far Western Nepal the eight year old girl signaled me to follow her. We ended up running up and down the little paths that connect the houses, collecting children from different houses along the way. It was hilarious and one of the best moments I have had yet, flying down the hillside with a half dozen happy children.
Here are a few of the children we collected along the way.
They also took me to different grammas who laughingly watched us go by, trying to question the children as to who I was before they disappeared down another path.
This lovely lady invited me to sit with her by the fire. Though I had no intention of taking pictures, the children, who had found my camera early on, asked me to take one of her. I asked her if she wanted a photo, and she excitedly said yes.
She then wanted one with her granddaughter…
..and then with the little kitten!
Here are a few other people I met.
Family and friends!
The Wandering Nomads 
Delightful!
Your photos and writing are beautiful 🙂