Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Bahama Mama

It's gray, cold and wet outside. It's hard not to be completely swallowed by the gloom. Please don't read into that as some sort of cryptic cry for help. I was fortunate enough to be on vacation in the Bahamas last week.

I stayed at a yoga ashram and spent my days meditating, stretching and napping.

Hate me now. I'm just rubbing it in your face and feeling sorry for my cold ass.

It was kinda like Eat, Pray, Love. She and I both ate a shit ton of food and did karma yoga.

Except that she did the former in Italy and the latter in India over a 6 month span. I crammed them both into a week.

I DID fart during a couple of the poses, but it wasn't as loud as this other guy.

But it's good to be home. Even if it has to been in layers (and can't even show off my tan! And by tan I mean "no longer sickly pale.")