So we mark yet another day in the countdown calendar. Today it’s ten days until we put our feet on Norwegian ground again. Insane.

When arriving back home we’ll have traveled for 54 weeks. A year and two weeks. I still can’t wrap my head around that.

Katja rummage around in the room in the morning to get everything ready for class before heading off. I get up and write out my review of the class she gave me yesterday. Handing that in will almost complete the mandatory hand in’s for the course.

I want to do Tight Guy yoga, but they swapped that class for “Gentle Yoga” instead. It’s more like a normal yoga class, but with more use of props to support you. I liked the stretching class of Tight guy, but there’s lot more people in class so I guess it’s good business decision. I hook up with Katja directly afterwards and have a coffee with her, giving her the review.

I go to Hubud afterwards and spend the rest of the day there. Katja get’s off at 18 and I drive off to get Rendang as take out and are home just in time. We eat in so Katja can focus on the last of the assignments she has to create: an hour and a half class of Vinyasa flow.

She finishes in decent time and we even have time to watch an episode of West Wing before lights out.

“The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You do not blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the president. You realize that you control your own destiny.”