Another week down, and a lot has happened in a week!
The 300 hour portion of my course started on Monday and it's going really well so far. Last month, I was in a group of over 35 for most of my classes and activities, and it was a lot of fun. This time though, there are only 8 students total in my group and it's such a nice change. There's a completely different dynamic in my classes because of that, as well as for the fact that everyone has already been teaching yoga for some time, and two ladies even own their own studios. Everyone is more mature and focused overall.
I really like my new roommate as well. Her name is Aino and she's enrolled in the 200 hour course. She's from Finland, I'm pretty sure she's the first Finnish person I've ever met.
On Friday Raj (the school's chef) taught me how to make Chana Masala. It was fun learning from him and hearing his stories as we cooked. He told me that he's never been married and doesn't have children (I think he's around 40, but I didn't ask just in case he doesn't know, as not to embarrass him), that he's the oldest of 5 brothers, and they and his mother all live in Nepal where he's from. He never learned to read or write, besides what he taught himself. He is really interested in improving his English, and being able to read and write it, so he studies every night for an hour before bed.
As we were finishing making lunch, the owner of the school's mother, two sisters, and a niece and nephew came for a visit. I invited them to have lunch at school, explaining that I'd cooked, and they agreed. I ate with them and they were so lovely! They offered me little gifts and invited me to their home.
Over the weekend, I saw the owner on the street and said hi. He stopped and told me that his sister had called him and insisted that he bring me to see her at some point. I felt so honored!
On Saturday I was crossing the bridge with a girl who just arrived here, and we were talking about the crazy monkeys here as we were passing one. She was kind of scared, so she slowed down, and I was behind her. I had my school bag with me because I was on my way to the river to read, and all of a sudden I felt something pull my bag backward as I walked forward. I immediately realized what was happening, and shouted "HEY" as I spun around. A thief had his hand in my bag!
I reacted pretty aggressively and must have shocked him, because he looked like he couldn't believe he'd gotten caught. I demanded he show me his hands and yelled at him, asking what he'd taken. I made sure nothing was missing as he stammered that he hadn't done anything. That was my first and hopefully last negative encounter here. Thankfully, he didn't take anything (the only loose items in my bag were pretty big -- I had important things like my phone and wallet together inside a smaller bag). That experience reinforced why I normally walk fast, and also reminded me not to look like an easy target with my school bag around town.
There's not a whole lot else going on besides that my days are full again from 5am to 9pm. My first class of the day is Hatha yoga with one of the same teachers I had last time, and it's one of my favorites. My leg is still healing, and everyday I'm able to do more and more. This injury has been an opportunity for me to re-learn some postures that I may not have been doing correctly previously, so I'm glad that after this my body will be accustomed to the proper way to perform asanas.
You are in my prayers and I hope that your week is going great and that all is well with you! Please let me know what's new - I love hearing from you!
God bless you. Hari Om tatsat!
Lots of love,
w e l c o m e