Mexico

[Drunk Monk]

And we’re back!

My tropical blood has determined that the best thing for me to do during the winter months is to escape south like a migratory bird and bask in the sun and beach. It’s not like I don’t get enough beach where we live, but I only wear shorts when there when it’s in the 90s. And being the wellness freaks that we are, a yoga retreat is just the thing.

Travel went like clockwork yesterday. Up at 4am to share a shuttle with some of our fellow yogis, then sprint ahead of them at sfo as we’re just more efficient that way, then board first because Stacy used the credit we got last year for the botched Alaska flight to upgrade us to first class (she had never flown first class before; I flew first class with Legbone when we went to Vegas for his second wedding). 

Got here just in time for lunch yesterday. We were just going to have a snack but I ended stuffing my face because the food is so delish. Then the first of 15 2-hour yoga sessions was mostly flight restoratives, which was perfect. Then more face stuffing for dinner. 

Thai morning class was rigorous. There are more men this year (but I have the least gray, except for one young dude in his 30s with his gf - she’s the yogini, he’s along for the ride much like me). Once again getting my arse kicked by older women. Kinda like that being dominated thing, ya know?

Now, after stuffing my face again for breaky, I’m in a lovely hammock, reading something not about martial arts *for fun* and watching a squadron of pelicans dive bomb the ocean waves. Life is good.

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We slept through the quake 
Tourists were evacced in Puerto Vallarta, which is where we flew into.
If there was a tsunami, we are at sea level and would’ve drowned. 
Heard there was a quake in Daly City too.
My social media was confuzzled just now and I regret tuning in.

Oh well. Back to hammocking.