An American at Surf Camp/Yoga Retreat: Day 2.
Traveling alone is hard. Frantically begging a Portuguese bus driver to drop you on the side of the road when you missed your stop is hard. Surfing is really, really hard (and scary). Doing yoga with food poisoning is hard. Having food poisoning alone in a foreign country is hard. Doing things outside of your comfort zone is hard. Doing them, and expecting to feel triumphant and elated, and then maybe not feeling those things, is especially hard.
But hard things make us better, and make us softer people. So maybe hard isn't so bad.