On the road to Dhulikel, we met a father and son headed to their cousin’s wedding. The father approached us first, with a large smile and larger mustache, and when we reached the limits of shared language, his son spoke as well. They kindly corrected our basic Nepali and taught us new phrases and words, which we tried to remember. Further down the road, we approached a young woman, looking for answers to our scavenger hunt. Instead we learned about her- she is a social worker for a Nepali organization and beamed with pride as she told us, our language skills keeping us from knowing more of what that meant to her. Though we’ve been in Nepal only a few days and our grasp on the language is tenuous at best, its astounding how much we have learned and gained from the little interactions we can have- from shopkeepers to small children to the man in red robes at the Kali Temple. These moments and so many more have helped us appreciate and embrace our experience here so far, and we look forward to continuing that.