Welcome to Yatra

I say this because I am writing these words, and I will try to keep posting and documenting my yoga journey. That happened thanks to Jacqueline—from Mexico, living in Spain—whom I met in India.

I had wanted to take a yoga teacher training course for a long time. It never seemed to fit into my life. Then in December 2025 I left my job. That time of year is not the best for finding the right work, and I was not willing to compromise much on what I wanted from the next job. So I found myself with time and space to think. Yoga teacher training came up again. In a casual phone call I mentioned it to a friend. The encouragement was immediate. Then another friend said the same. And another. Within a week I bought the ticket. A month later I went to India.

I remember the feeling clearly when I landed and stepped out of the airport. I thought: what is this place? I did not feel the usual explorer’s excitement. I felt alone in a strange country. When I arrived at the institute the feeling grew stronger. My name was not on the student list. The standards of cleanliness were far below what I was used to. I felt as if it was only a matter of hours before I caught some bacteria. Everything seemed wrong. Too much. The streets were loud. Chaos everywhere. I did not feel safe. I did not understand how things worked around me. Pollution in the air. I gave myself three days. I would either buy a ticket home or stay.

The feeling was truly fifty–fifty. I knew it would be foolish to return after coming so far and paying for everything already. But I also did not want to fight constant inconvenience. Three days passed. I met my roommates. I had terrible headaches. Still I told myself: let’s see where this goes. I can always go home. Days became a week. A week became two. Soon almost a month had passed.A month of laughter. A month of memories. A month of new knowledge. And friends I hope will remain more than memories.

Then something became clear. Some things are simply meant to happen. They happen whether you feel ready or not. I thought it would be nice to go to India. But everything moved so quickly—buying the ticket, leaving—that I arrived completely unprepared. Still, the memories, the ideas, and the experiences helped me understand many things around me and about myself. They helped me connect the dots. They helped me step back from the routine of my life and find a few missing pieces of the puzzle.It would be easy to say it was always there and I only needed to buy a ticket and come. But that is not true. If I had come a year earlier, I would not have been ready to understand any of it.

Time is its own force. What we are is a long mixture of events we have passed through—things we reacted to, things we experienced. They become memories and sometimes trauma. They are shaped by family, society, culture, and the place where we are born.

And so I return to the first line. There are no coincidences. And that is why I write this now. I will try to keep posting and documenting this yoga journey that moved to another level—thanks to Jacqueline, from Mexico, living in Spain, whom I met in India.