These post are gonna be shorter and shorter the following days.
It’s not that much to write about. I get up, Katja’s already gone. I eat breakfast, spend a little time in the room before yoga. Work related stuff for a while, then anther session of yoga.
Katja sits out on the terrace and watch the sun rise while reading course material and drinking tea
I get Katja back after dark and we go for dinner somewhere, or eat take out. End of the day.
A rear day, we eat dinner with some of Katja’s calssmates
I could report on being able to touch my toes in angles previously denied me. Or maybe tell how I now know the back roads here in Ubud to avoid the traffic jams that constantly seem to appear. Tell a tale of my interactions with the locals could also fill a page or two, but we’ll see. Maybe there will be more in the following days, then again maybe not. These days surely blur into one with a pretty set routine.
“If ‘Plan A’ didn’t work, the alphabet has 25 more letters. Stay cool!”
– Unknown
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