I just got back from a yoga holiday on the lovely Canarian island of La Gomera. Only a short ferry ride from the full English breakfasts, electric wheelchairs, grey heads, sunburnt overweight bodies and concrete high-rises of Tenerife's Los Cristianos, La Gomera is another world of calm, stark beauty, and wholesome pursuits. And quite a few Germans and hippies, and sometimes German hippies.
Never having been on a yoga holiday before, I'm impressed with the results. I've rarely felt so calm and full of quiet energy. Sadly, I didn't realise just how calm I'd become until this morning, three hours into my first day back in the office, when a familiar feeling of tension crept back into my stomach which I realised I hadn't felt for a week. Hopefully, though, the overall effects will last a lot longer.
It wasn't just the yoga, although that - an hour or two every morning and evening, sometimes looking out over the ocean - was wonderful for loosening the body and calming the mind. It was a heady mixture of the yoga and the sunshine; the peaceful, lush atmosphere at the eco/alternative lifestyle resort Finca Argayall (largely run by lovely German hippies); the amazingly good food three times a day; the (relatively) early nights; the cold beers while watching the sunsets; the swimming in the ocean; the exploring the island by bike and on foot; the excellent coffee; and the time to just sit around, read, write, knit, talk, and watch the world drift slowly by.
All in all, it was just about the perfect holiday before facing up to the inescapable Christmas tunes and winter weather. Did I mention the snow? From bikinis on the beach on Saturday to scraping thick ice off the car on Monday morning. Now there's a welcome home...

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