Day 4 - The Yoga Begins!

Today was another example of an incredible day, surrounded by amazing people and beautiful places and things, and somehow internally I was and am still a cynical bitch. It really was an amazing day, which started before dawn (perhaps that's the beginning of the cynicism right there..) and began surrounded by fairy tale mountains and yoga and a gorgeous sunrise and the weirdest toaster I've ever seen.

​We went on a hike, which has never been my favorite, up to an overlook from which you can see the entire valley, and the three different pueblos blancos - white villages - nestled here in the hills. It was, of course, gorgeous.

We also got our asses kicked on the hike by an older, local couple. All of us. By a couple in their late 50s or 60s. Kicked our asses up that hill. Passed ALL of us.

One of the incredible other yoga students, Sabine - a total rockstar hot mama from Belgium - while looking down over hundreds of miles of beautiful trees, olive orchards, tiny winding roads, tinier cars, and the slow pace of life below, verbalized that you could feel it in the air - There's just no stress here.

I can see for miles and miles a- I mean kilometers and kilometers and kilometers . . .

Me being Me, though, I don't think that that sentence has ever applied to my life. 

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