Emma Laurion
Stories (3/0)
The Village on the Hill
We had been traveling the countryside in Nepal for about a week, hosting vision and health clinics, when we came upon Kumari. The village sat far from the busy city of Kathmandu, with loving people and a slow, steady pace to life. Having danced on the rooftop with the locals for a couple of hours, as is customary in Nepal, I took a minute to just sit, apart from the crowd, and share the moment with my partner, Chris. Four dirty feet dangling off of a rooftop, the roar of a dancing mob growing behind- at that moment though, I found myself lost in the hypnotic music, staring out over the glowing valley.
By Emma Laurion3 years ago in Wander
The Corrupt Constant
It was the age of dirty feet and mosquito-bitten backs. The age of learning to swim in the frigid Puget Sound and climbing the trees to our different worlds. My brother and I had spent every summer of our young lives at our Grandparents’ home in Bremerton, Washington. No matter where our navy brat lives took us, we always found ourselves back on that property on the waterfront.
By Emma Laurion3 years ago in Families