“Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.”
“Go away!” Milea, a nineteen year old solo traveler from Oregon and I yelled rather angrily at the Nepali man who had just laid his hand on my knee. He awkwardly scooted away as half of the other passengers turned around and glared at him. After seven hours of constant attention we were more than ready to find a hotel, lock the door, and shut out the world around us.