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Stretching out in Fromentera

We were staying in Formentera, an island or so over from Ibiza, when we really needed to get our yoga fix on, so we trundled over for a session. Cindy and I preferred to avoid the club-bier aspects of the these Balearic Islands and felt at home in Fromentera, even entertaining how we could move here, she and Irish ex pat living with me in Brooklyn, New York. Ibiza yoga has not much to so with the hotels Ibiza has, and decided it was fun to wish.We both liked a more laid back vacation, not so into the big night club scene and the parties, but preferred the natural wonders of beaches and the joys of quiet bread and breakfasts, away form the Speedo wearing crowd. We found a yoga place that looked laid back and met Georgianna, tall, very thin and muscled, in that yoga way. She led us to the start of he class over looking a quiet beach, white sand and birds, tinge of turquoise in the water, silvery sand near the water, the result of the local seaweed that grows here and protects the environment. There were only a few others in the group, all very serenity meditating and we went through a delicious series of down dogs and flow that re energized our bodies, cramped from flying and carrying luggage on the way here. At the end,as we sat in meditation and listened to the sound of surf and gulls in the distance, the warm sun on our faces, sweat pouring out of us, Georgianna sounded a gong and we were back, calm and grounded. I felt so good I almost suggested to Cindy we go clubbing that night but resisted as I overheard the other yoga  participants talk about their evening plans. Funny, they did not even acknowledge us, as we were plainly not of their social sphere, but yoga had brought us together, at least for that day.

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