We end up going to the yoga shala for a sneaky moon-day practice: the idea of a 3 day wait for the first yoga class after such a body-crunching 23 hours of travel makes us a bit nauseous. As it turns out Yoga class is on and Casie commands the room. Feels good, like coming back home. The yoga room is unreal. As we got there early Jeanette actually had the chance to plonk down her mat anywhere she wanted in the room... and, eerily, she placed it down on the floor right next to the space where I practiced every day 3 and half years ago. Perfect. I think she's psychic.
Nancy's house is littered with amazing plants and flowers, but none so amazing as the Surinam Cherry Tree which has flourished in her garden over the last 3 years. Not only that but luckily the trees that grow here yield the more darker red variety of cherry which means they are sweet rather than sour. All the flavour of citrus with the smooth texture of a ripe/creamy peach. Here's a pic of one fresh from Nancy's garden:
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