I live in a hotel.
I line up outside of a hot room in a pack of hundreds of scantily clad yogis twice a day.
I drink enough electrolytes to sink a ship.
I study "dialogue".
I listen to an Indian man scream at me in a hot room and I enjoy it (most of the time).
I don't watch TV.
I don't think about anything except yoga (and I love that).
This past Wednesday marked the halfway point of my time here. It's amazing how fast and slow it seems to be going. That seems to be a common theme here. Time has the ability to twist and stretch and pull and contract. Kind of like your body!
Shots from my run in Santa Monica last weekend (yes, I finally got out and ran and it felt great):
City beach run scenery, love it!
Love that view, city, palm trees, sand, cliff.
Did I mention that I love it here?
A post yoga class selfie (another thing that now seems totally normal- looking like a wet rat):
Flowers from a secret admirer (Thanks, Jason! These really made my day):
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