We head out to Laria Ada, the crazy bus stand of Lahore to wait for our friend Umar. It took some time to coordinate. Eventually we met up and then walked all the way down the long line of buses, down the street, past buildings asking for the Nankana Sahib bus until we reached the end of the bus stand and boarded the right bus.We passed through the dirty, smog filled parts of the city, before hitting the countryside. There were green fields all around and from between them we made our way to Nankana Sahib, the birthplace of Guru Nanak, the first Guru of Sikhism. I had been there about 7 years ago.We started at the Janamashtan Gurdwara, situated on the site of Guru Nanak’s family home, and the place of his birth. There is a great deal of work being down on the Gurdwara. The new front section is beautiful. We walked around and learned about some of the history of the place. Afterwards we went to the langar hall and enjoyed some daal and rice followed by some tea.We went to pick up our shoes from the little stall where they are kept and the two little boys there escorted us to the restrooms. While we were waiting they shared a lot of information about their religion, making connections to similar practices in Islam. They asked me what I did and their eyes lit up when I explained that I work on cartoons. Their favorite is Chota Bheem. They were quite proud that they watched it and would not even let the rest of the family watch any serials when their show was on. They were brothers, named Gurjit (1st grade) and Dildar (3rd grade). Dildar made a point of explaining that he was not the Dildar who is a famous dancer or something just to make certain I would not get confused. I did not know who that was, but appreciated the clarification.They had a lot of information to share and I started joking around with them because they were so darned cute. They told me about a Gurdwara that we could see the top of off in the distance. It was the place where Guru Nanak played as a child. I often had to repeat things between Kristeen and the kids so that both sides could understand. I told Kristeen that the kids told me that Guru Nanak used to play as a child on the site of the Gurdwara close by and that the children had taken all of his toys home and now there were animals there. Kristeen wasn’t quite convinced but the kids started to open up and let their silly selves out. They told us all the kinds of things that adults would probably not mention. How someone had died in the pool before because it is actually very deep in the middle. They asked us about each other. When Kristeen spoke in clear Urdu to them, they just looked at her confused then looked at me to explain.They invited us to come to their home in case we wanted to drink a soda, but they lived very very far away. In fact, it would take 10 minutes by rickshaw. They studied Gurmukhi in the morning at the Gurdwara, followed by school and then they did their seva keeping track of the shoes at the Gurdwara before heading home. They were really fun little kids.Their father asked if the kids had bothered us as we were heading out and I told him how wise and sweet they were. On the way out we spoke to the man in charge of the Gurdwaras there before heading down the street to explore some more Gurdwaras. The town has 7 Gurdwaras, each built on the site of a significant event in the life of the Gurus of Sikhism. Most are related to Guru Nanak. There is the spot where he was born, where he played, where he fed some starving faqirs and talked religion under a tree rather than spending money to buy goods as his father had told him. That lead to his father spanking him under a tree that still stands there.There was another Gurdwara on a spot where he was herding cattle one day. He took a nap and a cobra opened its hood to shield his face from the sun. A muslim king named Rai Bhaloor saw this and realizing that he was a man of God, gifted him the land that is Nankana Sahib today. It was fun to visit each place along the way back to the bus. We stayed behind a bit longer than we should have. By the time we made it to the bus stand, the last bus to Lahore was packed. We managed to hop into a little wagon that would take us part of the way there. It was crazy how many people they packed in. We made our way to Ferozpur. From there we let a few more packed buses go by, before we found a more reasonably packed bus where we could squeeze into the back seats.The rest of the ride was long and bumpy. We hopped off and took the metro a few stops down and then a Qing Qi the rest of the way. I guess we were lucky to make our way back so…easily.