Where am I?

Tonight I am in Mysore in southern India, 3 hours west of Bangalore.  How I got here I do not know.  Why I am here I do not know.
Here is what I do know:
-I spent 6 hours in the Delhi airport
     -After waiting 3-1/2 hours my flight to Shimla was cancelled
     -I run to the plane leaving for Dharamsala, not knowing if I will have a place to stay when I get there, only to find it too has been cancelled at the last minute
     -I scurry to catch a 1:15 flight to Bangalore which I miss because I am too late.
     - I make a 2:15 flight to Bangalore, taxi 15 minutes out to the runway and site for 1-1/4 hour while air traffic control sorts out our flight plan which was incorrectly filed.
-I arrive in Bangalore. 
       - I drive 3 hours to Mysore. 
       -Stop to eat mysterious food at a an undisclosed location (ie- I don't know what I ate or where I ate it.)
       -Arrive in a town I know nothing about where I am to stay for 2 days doing who knows what.

 I am reminded of a quote I once saw:
" Out of confusion comes clarity.
You are right where you need to be."
--- Leone Beebe

I certainly hope so.
I am tired, lost and confused. 
I am sick of talking, chanting and calls to prayer. I am sick of honking, swerving, stopping and going.  I am sick of motor bikes, trucks and motorized rickshaws that zip around like yellow and green cockroaches.  I am sick of sitting, riding and waiting.  I am sick of being cold and wet. I am sick of packing, unpacking and losing things. I am sick of hauling my suitcases around and even more tired of people doing it for me.  I am sick of being frisked, questioned and X-rayed. I am sick of airport security guards who look at me, look at my boarding pass and scowl.  I am sick of being stared at and photographed.  I am sick of converting rupees to dollars and Celsius to Fahrenheit.  I am sick of the smell of cinnamon bed bug repellent.  I am sick of damp clothes that I washed in the sink.  I am sick of signs I can't read and conversations about me I don't understand.  I am sick of being called "Mam" and being escorted everywhere I go.

Geez...I love it here.