We flew direct from New York City, a longer flight I could not imagine, although I slept much of it, while Lissa read her Kindle. She had downloaded info to show me about an India 5 star hotel that had parrots in the lobby flying around, which she thought exotic, but I thought big deal, wait til we get there. New Delhi had certainly transformed since the fifteen years I had last been there as a buyer for a silk importer based in St. Louis. Back then the streets were crowded, chaotic and loud. I hear now however you can get a good cup of coffee, and possibly a panini. I don’t know if that’s a good thing, but it’s nice to know. We decided we would either do yoga or see an astrologer just for fun. Well, the astrologer said yoga was in the future (that’s what I told Lissa) as I desperately needed a return to a physical practice, even on vacation. so here we were doing down dogs and warrior poses with a room full of Indians, and everyone there was so much more flexible, I mean twist themselves into pretzel flexible, it was fascinating to watch, inspiring yet a little depressing in a way. One is not supposed to compare oneself with others in yoga, yet I realized I will probably never get anywhere near their level. Mr. Sanghi, who led the class, constantly looked over to we if we were OK,and offered encouragement as we sweated and shook as the others in class performed easily. After class, we gathered our mats and had tea together and we chatted with the class mates, asking about the area, where to eat, where to go. We hoped to get in another class before we leave as we both felt much better having practiced, releasing the bodily tension of so much travel.

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