19
Nov
2014
2

Prison Break

Once a week, we’re let out of yoga jail for a day and a half. This adds up to a grand total of six days of freedom this month. So, naturally we try to cram as much as we can into “free-time”, even though this goes against what we’ve been strongly advised to do by Lalit, our yoga master. According to him, we should keep to ourselves, meditate, and spend quiet time with our thoughts....
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13
Nov
2014
3

A Day In The Life Of A Yoga Inmate

It’s 5:00 in the morning and I’ve snuck out of our yoga bunkers, ran up a hill in the dark, and am hiding in the shadows outside our carbs-only restaurant, trying to check my emails before our morning chanting session starts. This is the only spot to get wi-fi, and my only chance to get a fix before they turn it off for the rest of the day. There are others like me; I can...
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9
Nov
2014
1

Yoga Cult

What have I gotten myself into?.. This yoga teacher training is nothing like I thought it would be. Before I arrived, I was picturing doing yoga in paradise, completing some coursework, and having plenty of leisure time to read, write, draw, and frolick on the beach. Now I think I was delusional. To start with, I’m not sure if this place is more like the army, or a cult. I can’t quite make up my...
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5
Nov
2014
3

Beach High

When I was growing up in Romania, every summer my parents would take my sister and I to the Black Sea, where we would spend a good month or two being beach bums. We would rent a house with a “gazda” (roughly translated to an old, toothless peasant lady with optimal (nevertheless tacky and old-fashioned) beachfront property that had been passed down from one rural generation to the next. The gazda would cook, clean, and...
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2
Nov
2014
2

Yoga Crack

It’s hard to believe we’ve only been here a few days. When your to-do list consists of “which beach should we go to today, or what kind of yoga class shall we try”, well… let’s just say that one could get used to this… We lucked out large and found a gem of a man named Nikki, who has pretty much been our magic carpet ride to anywhere we want to go, and a portal...
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31
Oct
2014
4

Taking The Bull By The Horns

I’ve finally caught up on my sleep and can now semi-coherently share my initial impressions of India. Kindly keep in mind that we were both extremely braindead and semi-comatose upon arrival, and by the time we got to Goa we were practically sleepwalking. I stupidly left the Goa airport and forgot my carry-on luggage (containing my travel essentials: wallet,malaria-pills,etc.) INSIDE the baggage claim area. When I returned to retrieve it, I found myself surrounded by...
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30
Oct
2014
2

Flying High

Stacy and I are finally in Goa after 35+ hours of airports, 3 flights and 4 hours of sleep. This number 4 is the total number of hours of ZZZZZs we got, if you add up both of our scattered minutes of it. Our extreme sleep deprivation was due to a lot of screaming children. Six, to be exact, all belonging to the same family, and conveniently seated directly in front of, beside and behind...
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