Day 5
A good friend of a friend of my sister’s runs the yoga studio that is located right next door to our hotel. She was teaching a class this morning and always nice to start the morning with a good morning practice. I love how she started the class with having everyone pick a word out of a basket and that was your word to focus on during your practice…words such as patience, trust, core, etc. My word was playful. The teacher made that easy by making the class playful in a way. However, it is always nice not take yourself too seriously when it comes to yoga.
That afternoon, we took a rickshaw to Mapusa to the Friday Market. Vegetables in piles making rainbows of colors…red tomatoes, red chilies, green beans, purple onions, potatoes, etc., etc. Spices and teas were also a big thing. Piled high and smelling good.
The minute we walked in there was an Indian woman who started talking to us. Where are you from, what are you names?, are you married? Come see my shop. She followed us around for at least a half hour wanting us to come and see her shop. After unsuccessfully getting rid of her by ignoring her, we decided to take a walk to see her “shop.” It was a blanket with jewelry on it. Oh, the efforts she went to get us there and all for nothing. Now she can move onto to her next mighty mite victim.
After the market we took a bus to Old Goa which from the 16th to 18th centuries was the ‘Rome Of The East.’ Old Goa and many other parts of India have a lot of Catholic churches which is kind of a contradiction if you think about it.
Our first night upon arrival in Anjuna we ate at a place by a natural smoothie shop. The next morning we enjoyed a yummy smoothie. After Old Goa we went back to the smoothie shop. The owner was there and started talking to us and telling us his story. Turns out he is an ex pat/fugitive. He is from Virginia and kidnapped his son and came to India. Together they opened the smoothie shop. His ex found him and took the boy. This guy was in India jail for a month and a half.
Day 6
One more open self yoga practice. Starting to like this self-practice or maybe it is just being in India that is making me feel that way. It could be a combination of starting to enjoy and being in a foreign country.
After 4 crowded bus transfers, we had made our way south to where we wanted to try to get a train to Ernakulum in South Kerala. They have this system where you get on a waiting list and check back in a few hours. With time to spare, we headed to the beach to enjoy a couple of hours lounging with a nice, cool, refreshing lassi (more or less a fruit smoothie but more milkly).
Once arriving back at the train station we checked on our waiting list status only to find we had moved down the waiting list but not enough to secure ourselves a seat. Being the rough tough woman that we are, we decided to get on the train without a seat and hope to find a couple of empty one’s for the long journey. We were lucky enough to sit in an empty spot and have the gentlemen whose sleeper was above tell us we could have the sleeper. Not the most ideal situation but at least we had a spot to kind of lay our heads.
Song: "Standing on a darkened stage, stumbling through the lines. Others have excuses, but I have my reasons why." Reasons Why -- Nickel Creek

