Waiting in the Bangkok airport, mom is in melt down. We're low on baht (Thai money) and her fears of India expand by the minute. Dad assures her that it's not the malaria or dhengy fever she has to worry about, but the terrorist planning to bomb our plane.

I'm so tired of travel. Boredom isn't too bad! I'm tired of worrying about if we can get to an ATM, if there'll be money in it, if there's enough money to last the entire trip. Worrying about visas, thieves, the logistics of plane tickets, train tickets, and all the rest. I'm tired of it all! I want some REAL food!

I think India will be the true test. Not only of our physical health, but our mental health as well.