Yoga teacher training

Recommendation: If you love somewhere, why leave?

India was the first place I traveled solo. I was 18 years old and on a super budget, so my supportive mom drove me from Seattle to Vancouver, Canada to fly out (cheaper international airfare). After she dropped me off, the first thing I did was go into the bathroom and cry my eyes out. The sudden nervous excitement hit me hard. Once I pulled myself together, the real 24 hours of travel began!

3 flights and countless movies later, I finally arrived in Goa, India. From the airport it was a two-hour drive to Kranti Yoga School on Patnem beach. My driver dropped me at the “entrance” which happened to involve me dragging my oversized, overpacked suitcase under the HOT sun through the sand for 20 minutes to the real entrance. First lesson learned: Pack less.

I quickly fell in love with Goa. The training started daily at 6am and ended at 7pm with one day a week for rest. By the end of the training, I was well equipped to start teaching yoga back home in Seattle. The only problem was I didn't want to go home.

After the training ended and my visa expired, I stayed in Goa. If you're curious, ask me what happened as a result of overstaying my visa. When I finally left Goa, I still wasn't ready to go home so I traveled to Germany, Mallorca, and Ibiza (love made me do crazy things) ... it was an adventure of a lifetime that truly sparked my sense of adventure. The time eventually came for me to go home to get ready to start University. My parents were relieved until I finished my bachelor's degree and told them I was setting off for another solo adventure: SE Asia.