A peripatetic yoga teacher doesn’t have a regular schedule. That said, I came across some amazing places to practice – environments that seemed to be calling for it – and I could always rustle up some students.
Here are some of the most memorable:
A peripatetic yoga teacher doesn’t have a regular schedule. That said, I came across some amazing places to practice – environments that seemed to be calling for it – and I could always rustle up some students.
Here are some of the most memorable:
Last night I had one of my first deep sleeps in New York. The myriad noises ceased to be unique and the cacophony blended into an authentic city soundscape, allowing me to wake, feeling deeply refreshed. I was physically worn-out from a few recent late evenings, and intellectually exhausted from energy spent working with a new client, so a reset was much appreciated.
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“Well-come” read the signs at Nepali restaurants, hotels and other attractions. It’s pronounced with equal accents on both syllables, and with a slight pause in between. It’s said less as a greeting, and more as a syncopated response where a Westerner would precede it with “you’re.” It’s hard not to hear it as two words and feel enticed by it. “Thank you,” I say. “Well come!” they reply. (more…)
The trip to Rishikesh from Srinegar was not a simple one. It involved a wooden Shakira or shikara, as they call them, then an auto rickshaw, and then an 8-hour taxi ride through the Himalayas with a driver who self-identified as — wait for it — Fuckery Zigzag. Okay, I think it was actually Fakira Zigzag, but the way he drove and acted certainly earned him the moniker. (more…)
On August 27th, I arrived to the city of Santiago de Compostela, after 900 km and nearly 5 weeks of walking.
While my intention was to blog and update on a frequent basis, technical challenges kept me from sharing my thoughts in a caliber matching their gravity. Internet connections were spotty, Vodafone España limited me to 14.4k speeds, the WordPress iPhone app leaves much to be desired, iPhone video editing capabilities are inadequate, etcetera etcetera. (more…)
There are different levels of seriousness on the Camino. Some think it’s:
*how far you walk
*how many times you’ve walked the Camino
*whether you walk the trails or the highway
*if you ever take transportation
*if you walk every day or take any for rest (more…)
This day was Italian, with Luigi, Lino and Piergianni, starting with an incredible walk from Santoña to Güemes. There were 2 beaches separated by a mountain. It was incredible to walk the beach and mountains at sunrise. (more…)
This was my longest day yet. 35 km and much of it downhill. (more…)
Yesterday, after walking 3 days and 75 km to Pamplona, I was called to switch routes to the Camino del Norte. The final sign was an email from an acquaintance, Mar and her boyfriend Borga, who invited me to meet them in San Sebastian. (more…)
I arrived today in St Jean Pied de Port, a few trains after a long night of wine tasting in Bordeaux. I met a man who had just purchased his vineyard in February and was sampling his very first vintage of Claret. (more…)