Everyone likes to stand on the roof of Shechen Guest House. You can see so much of the city from up there and it all seems to hit you at once. On our second morning in Kathmandu, Ava Juna and I decide to head to the roof. We were looking around when we saw a woman in a building about 10 feet from ours. She opens her window and asks us where we’re from and if we’re students. The interaction didn’t take more than a couple of minutes, but it stuck with me the rest of the day. In America, there seems a certain stigma to foreigners. We push away those who are different; everyone is in a constant rush. Talking to strangers is almost an intrusion. It gave me security to know that not all the world was living like that. That there are places where community outreaches friends and family and, it sounds sappy, but everyone is welcome.