What I Did on my Hols

Before I actually went on one, I thought the term Yoga Holiday was an oxymoron.  I have just come back from a week of bliss on the Greek Island of Santorini.  I went with a little trepidation remembering my last attempt at a yoga holiday in a Sivananda ashram in the Bahamas where no booze or coffee were allowed, the food strictly vegetarian and the day started at sunrise.   

Last week’s yoga retreat in Greece was led by the very talented and gentle Andrea Freely of www.yogafreely.ch and not once did I feel the urge to sneak off down the beach for a margarita and a tuna melt. 

The girlies came along with us.  That’s them having a great time riding my back and although they only came to the afternoon sessions they loved the yoga .  That’s Mr. Jules unleashing his inner 12 year old.   I highly recommend it as a family experience deepening relationships and sharing  beautiful moments together.

 

This is what Alexia wrote about her holiday on my birthday card:

  Yoga

Poses, poses, poses.  Loads of poses

but

Yoga is not about that its about finding your inner peace

And not doing the poses to try and

do them perfectly its

To try your BEST!

That’s it in a nutshell.