And so it has arrived. Our last day in Ubud, and the start of preparation for our next chapter in the adventure book.
Tag Archives: Yoga
Easy like Sunday morning
We had the Motorbike from the day before and started our Sunday special with breakfast at Paula’s cafe. This is where you’ll get the best bacon in town.
Acro crowd is growing
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…
To make others happy
Small gestures may make a world of difference for others. Why is it so hard to do them regularly then?
My yoga
Sometimes it feels like I’m the kid that tries to color a drawing, but who lack coordination so
Michelangelo yoga
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.
Another day another dollar
I said when we moved to Tunjun Mas that we were to sleep better. That is true, as long as I don’t plant an elbow in Katja’s face during the night. It was not on purpose, I swear.
Yoga vs Martial Arts
I’ve been meaning to do this post for a few days, but needed the right “trigger” I guess. This September it’s 20 years since I walked into the Dojo of Bushido Karateklubb in Oslo. My yoga experience amounts to maybe the last year, but what are overlapping benefits, and what are opposites? Continue reading
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