Spanish yoga

Given that I knew I was going to a yoga practice at 11am, I had a lie in helped by the absence of the builders who were clearly celebrating the sabbath. So we arrived at the sculpture park in good time and assembled in a shady spot for some meditation. Imagine sitting in a circle listening to guided meditation in an unfamiliar language – you would keep peeping to see if you were still meant to have your eyes closed, wouldn’t you?! Was unfamiliar with a good 20-minute meditation session before starting a practice but that’s fine. Opened my eyes in time to see the rest of the group heading off with their mats to the hammam. A few minutes later we started our physical practice. Again, everything was in Spanish but we just folllowed the teacher. This worked a treat until we had to lie down – at which point visibility was reduced so I had to gauge the next moves by checking out a guy who was half visible on the other side of the room. All in all I think we did pretty well. We might have been a few bars behind the rest of the group but we were invited at the end of the practice to be part of the photo shoot to promote the yoga activity in the sculpture park. So they must have thought we were ok. A brief walk round the park and a few diversions on route, we ended up back at Zahora beach and the boat restaurant. I chose well – repeating the salmojero and fresh fish, followed by a light passionfruit mousse with a slight creme brûlée topping. Washed down by tinto de verena and a glass of local white wine. I am living the dream. Weirdly, the restaurant gave us free sun hats (free key rings first time, maybe a t shirt next time!).  A scary few minutes when attempting to walk back after a swim – with the tide receding, a massive rock system made egress very hard. Safely back on dry land we spent a lovely hour or so drying off as the sun got lower and the beach slowly emptied. My favourite time to be on the beach. Homeward bound and shower. A quick whatsapp call with the Porsche Panamera Man and my lovely son. Seems as though the car is VERY BIG, SO BIG. Not made it into the garage but there’s plenty of time for that. So tomorrow is Rooftop yoga, shopping and Bolonia beach. And then I start a tough week learning how to cook and eat Andalusian food – how tough is that?