The past months were some of my hardest for the past few years a few crazy decisions supplemented by little annoyances such as my speakers are not working or my mobile phone is not taking photos anymore… Luckily there is always a place where I can go practice Karate and Yoga.

I am at that point when I miss my family so much I cry just thinking about them, when my body struggles to deal with this lifestyle that I have been through, when I feel totally isolated and alone. THAT IS YOGA.

Travelling is not glamorous at all its full of excitement and It is very rewarding in many ways but we all know it gets very hard sometimes. I have met travellers finding it harder before but for me it used to be so easy. Nowadays its harder than I can find words for. I feel lucky that I know a bit of yoga and karate and its always there a session away to remind me that I am not my body,my mind or my emotions. I am more. I am constant.

The practice of Yoga and Martial Arts has touch me that I am able to detach from my ego and once my ego is gone at least for a moment I can see all the beauty that appears around me, only visible once my ego isn’t there calling all the shots.

Namaste ❤