...at the same time I'm in the air on the way to a Tapas bar in Spain, Barcelona. That pleases me. Absolutely. My yoga mat under the seat in front of me, reading something. Just fantastic.
Like a mantra I told my collegue about 7 times or even more often: Tomorrow I will go at 4 p.m. I think finally she believed it.
The yoga studio, that I was recommended offers Ashtanga every day during the week, but unfortunately not on Saturdays and Sundays. So I will do my regular morning routine, somewhere in Spain.