And things to do in Mexico when it rains.

You do…

Yoga!!!

Because you can. And because there’s not really a lot else to do when you’re on a beach, by a pool, geared up for sunshine activities and the sunshine won’t play.

And I’ve always been a bit ‘judgmental’ (vast understatement) of yogis, always sneered at their everything, found no comfort in what purports to be some kind of physical activity but in reality is 17 paths to sleep. How wrong I was! Almost.

We started rather strangely. It’s about breathing. (Like I haven’t worked out how to fucking breathe yet). Cover your left nostril, breathe in deeply through your right one.

My first thought: but there’s no cocaine here.
My second thought: really? Breathing through individual nostrils? That’s gonna make me live longer? Ok, go with the flow… I looked at Mel on her mat with her finger up her nose and was so close to just ‘losing it’.

It did improve. There again, it couldn’t get worse, from that start point. We yogi-ed it up a bit, got a bit ‘warrior’, we downward dogged, did some other horrible things which produced more pain than good, one felt, but you have to do something indoors, why not this.

We stretched, we kvetched, we limbered, we did some balance stuff. We fell over. Ok, I fell over. But you have to. Otherwise you’ll never reach… levels of yoga-ness… to which… errrr… you really need to be.

Then we had a swim. Well, rain’s wet, swimming pools are wet; its a good fit. And it is warm here. Pleasantly so. But the pool’s long. Like 60 metres long. I can do 10 lengths of a 25 metre pool easy. Then I might do another 10 if I’m not bored. But 60 metres in one go? Holy shit, that’s hard. No idea why. We walked along the fabulous beach here. Whilst holding an umbrella.

And the rest of the time we ate. Ok, and drank.

I’m not saying life’s bad here. Just wet.

Happy Monday

A xxxx