Sun Salutations

Baobob Tree. One of the Wonderful Trees of the World.

This morning I woke up and waited patiently for the cramps in my abdomen to start again. They didn't. You see, yesterday I spent the day at home, sick. I've decided that being sick is much more fun on a Tuesday or a Thursday around here because the maid isn't milling around all day while i'm trying to mope privately. Yes, I said maid. We pay a woman to clean the house and do laundry for us three times weekly. She's a lovely woman and sometimes brings us sweet bananas. (Brenden said that bananas are going extinct - which is truly tragic when they taste as good as they do in Africa). Anyway, having an african maid isn't as politically incorrect as it sounds. That's the way it's done here. We provide her with a job...and around here that's not always easy to come by. Unfortunately i'm getting quite used to this...I'm not looking forward to doing my own laundry when we get back. Fortunately we have the luxury of a washing machine. Christine washes our clothes by hand.

So I feel better today - even well enough to eat a piece of sweetbread with peanut butter and Nutella on it. Who says i'm roughing it here?

I did yoga in my backyard, facing the sun. It's a very different experience than being in Jeffrey's studio at home - here, when i do my forward bends and peer through my legs i see a rooster and flock of baby chickens scavenging the ground about 10 feet behind me. And the background during Shavasana (sp?) at the end is a chorus of cows mooing and cock-a-doodle-doos.

But the sun feels just as warm here and yoga can always help me back on my feet. Now off on a trek into town with my roommates...we'll see what kind of adventures befall this troup of Wazungu today...

This is the rickshaw full of cabbage that we helped push up the hill.