Katja started the day with the morning flow with Bex. Later that day
Bex told us that this was how she got her teaching job at the yoga barn…
Category Archives: Indonesia
To make others happy
Small gestures may make a world of difference for others. Why is it so hard to do them regularly then?
Humongen’s first law of physics
Driving in Indonesia is quite OK for a foreigner, as long as you play by the traffic rules. What rules, you say? Hehe, yeah, what rules indeed… Continue reading
Cooking class
In our time here in Indonesia not one of the agreed meetings or pickups has been on time. We got the hotel to serve us breakfast one hour before normal serving time today, and guessed we would have time to eat before the pickup arrived. As if…
Get it off the list
At the end of every given periods of time there is always a lot of things “un-done”. Things that earlier in the same time period were postponed or treated with “we can always do that later”. How will we now manage to do the things left to do?
Sometimes it feels like I’m the kid that tries to color a drawing, but who lack coordination so
there are no clear lines in the picture. And to make it worse… Right next to me is
Michelangelo. He draws perfect circles free handed and is finishing of the Sistine chapel.
That’s how I felt at Mondays last yoga practice.
Fly little bird
Some days you move into a routine. Before you know it the new way of life is the new standard. And voila, the new life = routine.
Acro fun fun fun
No big plans today except the acro yoga at 2 pm. We had breakfast at 8 am and then spent some time in the room reading and looking into stuff on the web. Although we are still Facebook absent, Arne discovered, through Twitter, that his sister and family just bought a house in Katy, Texas, where they are currently living. That is so cool! Congrats to them and we really hope to go visit them there! Brit has a blog about living in Texas as a Norwegian. It is in Norwegian, and can be found here: Solisinnet.bloggnorge.com
A bird in cage is better than two in the bush
Emily. What a sweet and innocent name, and when you look like the nice teacher I had in second grade I’m all yours.
Little did I know what awaited.



