When we go to class (or some other places) we often need to leave our shoes outside. Annie’s nervous about this.. afraid to lose her favorite shoes.
Back in the yoga ashram in Nepal in December I lost my sandals this way.
Yesterday one of our classmates found her shoes were missing after the class was over in the morning. Making it worse, it was her birthday.
A number of us took her out to a restaurant for her birthday last night, of course I brought along my balloons. On the way out another pair of shoes were missing ….. mine. Who wears size 13 shoes here?
Luckily I have a pair of water slippers for the next two weeks and I don’t expect we’ll be doing any long walks before we return to the States.
It’s good have a blog… even when we don’t write much in it (like for the past week or so)… when anything happens that might bring us down we just say, “this will be good for the blog!”
A long time ago I read “The Autobiography of a Yogi” – it was inspiring. Annie an I just began listening to an audio book of it last night. Here in India it seems to take on a deeper meaning. This will be our evening ritual for the next week.