I know no one apart from my roommate, and I have barely met the yoga teacher.
It seemed like a good idea back in October when I convinced my family this would be a lovely Christmas & birthday present…
How did I end up in Bali?
the words Namaste barely left everyone’s lips…
When the teacher says
‘if anyone would like to join us, we are organising a
Yoga Retreat in Ubud, Bali. Flyers are here, up the front.’
The words ‘like a rat up a drainpipe’ spring to mind…
The form was completed the very next day, leaving the teacher to comment
“you are obviously a woman of action and in need of a yoga retreat.’
Spot on!
Zen Yoga Mum is a work in progress.
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| Our pad in Ubud |
That was before both daughters left home for opposing continents
or before Mr Wren came home every day with the option of moving to a different country, all testing my inner Zen!
This was, however, before I realised that I would miss my son playing his inaugural game of soccer for the school’s first soccer team, or I would miss seeing him in his new suit for the School Formal…
And way before the Crazy Poodle looks at me with his
“You’re not leaving again, are you’ expression?
It was also way before we were queueing up in the arrivals hall for a zillion years at the new Denpasar International Airport…
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| Paddy fields around UbudBoy, it might only be six days after getting back from the last trip, but it feels really good to be getting away! But now we are here; today, we joined a cycle tour. We started atop a mountain and then rode downhill for 25 km – my sort of cycling. It was beautiful with children calling out ‘hello’, amidst lovely rice fields and fascinating villages. We saw people washing in rivers and even chanced upon some village festival celebrations. I can’t wait to see what the rest of the week brings. |
If you enjoyed this, see An In-Depth Review of the Grand Hyatt Bali, Nusa Dua.
