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Trek View on Nepal: Himalayan Studies Gap Year Semester with Where There Be Dragons


A lot can happen in three months. There have been times when all I have wanted was to go home; there have been times when I have felt that living in Nepal has been the only life I have ever known. I can best describe this course as a series of mountains and valleys of highs and lows, all of which have profoundly shaped my time here.

From rough beginnings to bittersweet endings, I have learned to take each moment in stride. I recall crying on the toilet in Patan, feeling the energy, literally, being drained of me. At the time, nothing could have been worse. I remember waking up at 4 AM with my girl Fran to catch the sunrise over Machhapuchchhre. At the time, nothing could have been better.

Sure goodbyes are hard. My group has become family, Nepal has become my second home. But goodbyes should be difficult. All of the moments, the good and the bad, have culminated in this unique, meaningful experience that has transformed me, has helped me grow.

In Nepali, there is no word for “goodbye.” Time is cyclical, so as it goes on, we will eventually see each other again.

Pheri bhetaula, mero mayaaharu. Ma tapaaiharu samjhaune. (See you again, my loves. I will remember you all).

Tapaai saathi,