Every morning I wake up I still can't quite believe I'm here. Anjuna beach, Goa, India. Almost a week has gone by since I turned my back on wintery Newcastle to escape the chill for almost four weeks. This is my third visit to Goa and third time practising yoga with Rolf and Marci. When I'm here, I let go completely. Days unravel slowly, one by one, with nothing much to do aside from spending time on one of the many beaches in Goa, trying out foods in different restaurants (which in most places are divine) and meeting old and new friends. I make no plans, hold up to no schedules.
The only bit of hard work I put in is on the yoga mat every morning. Here, my practice consists of everything from primary series and second up to Karandavasana. This adds up to about 2-2.5 hours of yoga every day. After that, I crawl back to my room for a bowlful of porridge.
It's total contrast to real life in NCL and this is one reason why I keep coming back.
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