i made it to Mysore, which is the town in South Central India where i am doing my yoga training. It was quite an adventure to get here, but i made it and, more importantly, so far i really like it here.
yesterday was full of moments where i rollercoastered between loving and hating travelling. here are some of my thoughts about travelling (and really life in general). i think that anyone who has ever done any type of travelling can relate to these feelings, and i welcome your comments and examples!
1. the feeling of desperately needing sleep/water/food/toilet/(insert any other need here) and the “fight or flight” drive to get it.
2. choosing a path, realizing midway that it’s not the best option, but staying committed to the course in a desperate and hopeful way.
3. knowing that you’re getting ripped off but either a) having no control or options or b) deciding it’s not worth the 50 cents or whatever you would be putting energy into arguing about.
4. the kindness and generosity of people along the way. i was moved to tears (yes they were partly because i had slept 3 hours in the previous 36 hours) by an Indian family who offered me a train seat, a share of their food, and conversation when i was on what could have been a really scary train ride. 
the photos are the yoga institute that i’ll be attending, a temple along my route home, and my first coconut water of my stay. ahhhh refreshing.
Glad to see you made it! I can relate to your travel/life thoughts. I think one of the hardest things, for me, at the beginning of a trip (because of all the unknowns) is having to totally let go and trust that things will work out ok. They usually do and it's usually during this period where I learn the most!! Looking forward to reading about all your yoga adventures : )