Bali = Ubud = Yoga
After the insanity of Perth, I was slightly burnt out. I arrived in Bali with a cold, and more or less missed out on our first couple of days in Sanur. We got a massage, but I was so self-conscious of my sniffling, it was hard to relax and enjoy it.
We quickly moved on to Ubud, which was to be the core of our visit to Bali anyways. As I recovered from my cold, I broke with traveler's diarrhea. Not unexpected, but not in any way fun. It only really slowed me down for one day, but after four days of it, you begin to think "am I dying of cholera?" Fortunately, it never really took me out of action, just slowed me down a bit.
In Bali, you needed to quickly get used to the idea that you will be constantly wet: if it isn't rain trickling down your back, it's sweat. The first two days in Bali were non-stop rain. It made us a little nervous about scheduling outdoor activities, and made the idea of seeing a moutain sunrise or ocean sunset pure folly. (We tried at Ulu Watu, with poor results.) So, we settled into yoga. We purchased the largest multi-class pass, grabbed a class schedule, and went crazy.We took Anusara yoga, Vinyasa yoga (Jenni's specialty), yoga nidra, and Hatha flow. And then we experimented with acro(batic) yoga, thai massage, and capoeira (a crazy Brazilian combat dance). For the mind, we did a Tibetan bowl mediation, and a crystal bowel meditation. I worked on my Downward Dog, Tabletop, Tree, Warrior One, Two and Three, Plow, Headstand, Handstand, Woman on Top, Pigeon, and even a few poses Jenni doesn't even know the name of. And then of course, our acroyoga "stackasana." We immersed ourselves in yoga and Ubud, and really enjoyed being in one place for so long.
Which isn't to say we did naught else; there a was a day of bicycling, and we visited several temples and a waterfall.
At our last dinner in Ubud, Jenni mentioned that yoga could take us to many exotic locals, perhaps long-term. I must admit, I immediately began to feel overwhelmed with future choices, planning, and life changes. Since 2009, Jenni and I have been living for the future: first the wedding, and then this trip. When we get home, I want to slow down. I want to live for today for awhile, with no real plans for the future except to share life in the great city of Chicago with my wife. I think most of my yoga instructors would agree with that concept. When we started this trip, we rallied around the cry "The Time Is Now!"; we had finally begun living in the present instead of looking towards the future. For a short while, a dreamless, unplanned, In-the-Now state is exactly what we need. Singing bowls optional.