When the dogs aren’t barking, when the fruit truck isn’t driving by with its megaphone “NARANJAS DIEZ PESOS! NARANJAS! NARANJAS!” when the generator isn’t running, when the kitchen isn’t cooking, when people aren’t having conversations outside the yoga studio, and when we all hold our breath and listen to the waves breaking on the beach, it’s pretty peaceful around here.
Today, we’ve got 19 days of yoga under our belts. I guess that’s about 76 hours of yoga and 38 hours of lecture. Believe it or not, I am still working on the mastery of touching my toes. Here’s the craziness: I could put my palms on the floor before I came here, but now I can’t. Part of that is probably because I did a lot of traveling and sitting and not stretching between then and now. However, I think the biggest factor is that we hold that pose forEVER. Seriously, we stand with our hands touching our toes (ideally palms on the floor) for about 5 minutes at a time. Go on try it. Bend over and touch your toes for 5 minutes without moving. This is actually kind of challenging yoga. Who knows what we’ll be able to do when we come out on the other side of this thing.
So, since you can’t see photos of us with pained expressions on our faces as we touch our toes, here are photos of the spaces where we’ve been spending our time.