My yoga teacher tonight didn't seem to realize she was teaching a beginner/intermediate yoga course. Spider downward dog? WTH? Shakira's hips don't lie. My hips haven't moved like that since the pre-Monica Lewinksy Clinton administration.But it was good practice, and inspiring to me to watch her move like that, like it was no big deal. If I come to yoga often enough, and practice at home, and come to the mat at least several times a week, someday, God willing, I will be able to move like that.
I booked an airbnb in New Zealand today. The ladies will be staying in a garden flat underneath a yoga studio five minutes from the beach. I'm totally excited. It's turning into a very different trip than I had anticipated. It's becoming a yoga/beach retreat. We're a ten minute ferry ride from downtown Auckland, so we'll be out of all the hustle and bustle and noise. Baby H should sleep like a log. One hopes.
In other news, the barista in the Starbucks across the street from yoga flirted with me. I guess he probably flirts with all the old mom's to make them feel good, but he got an extra big tip from me, so it worked. If you're a barista at starbucks, and you're under 25, here's a free piece of advice: flirt with tired old mom's who don't have the energy to put on makeup. You will get big tips. I promise.
