Kathmandu is a bustling, colorful city to which twelve Goshen College nursing students have the honor of visiting. The clinking of dishes during evening meal cleanup, muffled conversation wafting from nearby homes, the barking mischief of dogs far away, and the powering of jets in take-off are noises that mingle with the sound of stars in the darkening skies over the guest house where we will spend two nights.
During our first two days in Kathmandu, the on-looker might take note of the line of Goshen College students trekking to this or that through busy cobble-stoned streets. If we walk on sidewalks, students might be linked arm-in-arm in excited conversation, but in busier trafficked areas, we are single file, not knowing exactly that to which we should put our attention: the motorbikes maneuvering by, the uneven crag in the walk, or the colorful sites of stores and the items in them.
Twelve Goshen College students with whom I have the honor to walk, and breath, and live. Namaste dear ones. Tomorrow we travel, tomorrow we join the sounds of the mountains.
