The breaking of boundaries is what made me most comfortable. I had previously been feeling a lot of stress as a result of my breathing difficulties, making an originally challenging hike a near impossible one. But then I took a bath in a mountain spring which, apparently, I was doing wrong (yes, that’s possible). So my host mom stepped in and essentially bathed me. The act of being washed by another person (as anyone who’s been to a hair salon an attest) can be one of the most soothing experiences there is. That, combined with an awe-inspiring view of the Himalayas and a freezing cold wash after two days of sweat, diminished my worries. And though they returned, despite my fervent wishing that they not, it was in a far more manageable capacity with the help of my young host brother’s games, the good humor of the people lending me their home, and our pet monkey.