What is this at a yoga retreat?!

That is me, happy to have survived, after performing an Irish jig.

After morning meditation, it was suggested that we have a talent show, since we had a number of very talented people amongst us, so wouldn't that be a good idea?? Do anything you want, sing, dance, anything you want, but do something, and this was the morning of the evening talent show!

A talent show is great.. to watch. I have no talent. And I really didn't like that we were being ordered to come up with a talent, and we had to run it by her for her approval! All of this sounded very un-yoga-like to me, and I spent breakfast wondering how I could tell her what I thought of her idea and the way she was going about it, while at the same time realizing that I was also being very un-yogi-like because I really wanted to tell her off.

BUT lucky for me, as we were settling in for our morning yoga session, an Irish lass among us said she was going to put together an Irish dance, basically for those of us with no talent. So I quickly asked if I could be included. She was a great teacher, because altho it was a simple dance, she simplified it even more, when we couldn't even get the steps... she finally said to just jump 1..2..3 and no body would know the difference.

It was a lot of fun.

But next time I won't be caught without a talent!!

John Martyn cancelled his concert in Cork, but I bought an Irish penny whistle! Now I just have to practice.

Morning cafe in Paris

Chateau du Yoga - a week of good food, meditation and yoga 4 hrs/day and I can once again touch the floor in plough position and hold a steady tree. And my yoga mates say I no longer look grey and exhausted.

I left this morning by taxi at 6h30, bought a train ticket for Amboise, leaving from platform 3 at 7h24.

A train arrived shortly after 7h24 at platform 3 and we all boarded.

After we were on our way, I looked out the window and saw the sun rising.... on the wrong side.

I spent the next half hour hoping the train would turn, but it became clear we would not be stopping at beautiful little villages along the River Loire.

I finally got the nerve to ask the woman next to me where the train was going... Paris.

So I got off the train in Paris, had an expresso and am now on a train back in the direction toward Amboise - I hope.