Traveling (and practicing yoga) in new places is often about having new and fresh experiences. It is about getting lost in unfamiliar, unknown and even uncertain territory. Fear might be present, but so is presence. Getting lost can happen when we are so totally absorbed that we lose ourselves, or the self we thought we were, somewhere along the way. This is a hidden blessing. Sometimes we are alone, and sometimes we are with other people. Most of my forays into getting lost have been when I am alone. I like to practice alone for this very reason. I also like to travel alone. Yet getting lost with another person can be especially intriguing. Who are we when we lose ourselves together?