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Our apartment will be ready tomorrow! We had delicious South Indian Thali for lunch. And we will be starting Sanskrit classes on Monday. Good day!

We also had lemon and strawberry milk-free gelato in the evening. Yum!

I was also sad when I had finished mine.

Today in practice, Saraswathi finished my backbends and chirped,”Light body.” Oh my heart leapt with joy!  But then looking around the room, I see her: 5 foot nothing in her late 60s lifting these huge, sweaty men as they launch themselves up and down into their backbends.  And she does it everyday for hours on end. She is certainly more built than when I last saw her two years ago, but there is something else powering her. A person twice as strong and half her age would have difficulty sustaining her energy level. Saraswathi brings determination to a whole new level, it seems to be in every fibre of her being. You almost can’t imagine her getting sick, or even having back pain.

I guess if you have to deal with all the foreign yoga student’s crap, and the dude-first culture here for over 60 years, you would become pretty bad-ass. She is a force to be reckoned with.

Speaking of bad-ass, tomorrow is led primary. If I want a spot that isn’t in the toilet, I am going to having to pull out some pretty mad skillz. Scratch that, David will have to pull out some mad skillz and get a spot for both of us.  I’m studying this video of South Indian stunts for tips.

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I am considering getting a very small horse, so I can squeeze in between people’s legs as they run to put their mats down. Maybe I just need a flying car. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Today we didn’t need walk around looking for housing in the midday sun, and so we had a bit of a lazy day. We practiced, ate breakfast, made kettle miso, did the laundry, talked AYCT business, hung out and then went out for South Indian thali with gobi manchurian.

gobi manchurian

Gobi manchurian is supposed to be Chinese-style cauliflower. It is actually double deep-fried cauliflower and like most things double deep-fried it is quite delicious. Alice told me that I should be eating deep-fried things to relax my pregnancy induced yang condition.  Therefore, I should be eating gobi manchurian constantly.

At lunch, we bumped into Jenny and Raven from the Ashtanga Yoga Shala in Victoria. This is the second time we have completely invaded their quiet midday meal. They are going to start avoiding the Green Leaf if it happens again, I’m sure.

jenny and raven

One more food related item: bananas. I’m not crazy about bananas in Toronto. I don’t eat them that often, they taste good in things rather than on their own. And unless you are a big geek and own a banana carrier, they always become a little mushy and unsatisfying when they are carted around. In India the bananas are tiny, very yellow, and delicious. You buy about 15 at a time and one goes very nicely with cereal in the morning. I remember coming back from India in 2008 and thinking that a regular banana was a ridiculous amount of mealy yukky food. I think I read somewhere that the right amount of fruit to eat will fit in your hand. Anymore than that is too much.

babybananaBaby Banana = perfect.

Practice today went well. Sharath made disapproving noises as he stood in front of me during my dropbacks. I’m not sure what that means and I think that is OK. I suppose, like most things, it will all be revealed with time.

David, very kindly, put up a link to this blog on ashtangatoronto.com and once I get my rss feed up and working you can be constantly updated on my terribly exciting life.

Critter Corner:

We met a cow a block away from our house that really, really wanted to be featured in this blog. In fact, she blew her nose and sprayed us with snot  a couple times before David managed to get the photo. I feel her pain, this pregnancy has turned me into a snotty mess as well.


Unlike the cow, I will endeavour (however strong the urge) not to shower strangers with mucus.

Yesterday was conference with Sharath.  He spoke briefly and generally about the sastras of Ashtanga Vinysasa Yoga and he was asked a few of the usual questions: Why is uth pluthi so long? (mind control/suck it up) How many days can I take off on my period? (three) Can I close my eyes? (nope!). Then we watched the Sri K. Pattabhi Jois Foundation movie, which I have now seen three times. I was hot and the room smelled like varnish. I like conference, though. Especially, when Sharath chants or discusses the sastras. I can’t help it, I like the rules.

I did my first mysore practice today. Everything felt great, and no one knocked me over during my dropbacks – an irrational fear of mine since I found out I was pregnant. I bound in Supta Kurmasana for the first time in a week (my belly gets in the way of the second leg going into my clumsy dwi pada). Sharath assisted me in backbending and he told me to do my own paschimottanasana instead of giving me a squish.

We visted Shiva for the third time in as many days, hoping to find an apartment. Shiva was a rickshaw driver, who networked his way into being the Godfather of the Shala student gringos. He has a long grey bread, wears bright orange exclusively, talks slowly and methodically, and is permanently stoned. For the past three days, he looks at us and shakes his head, “So many students, everyone wants something different. Hard to keep track.” David suggested he get an agenda. Shiva watched him with big red eyes. Maybe not.

Shiva owns two pugs, Maggie and Apu. Apu enjoys rolling about in his basket and chewing his leash.

pug in a basketAnd eating the fence he is tied to.

pug-eatingI love pugs, but those two make me miss Dolly.

apu the pug

I think we found an apartment today. They are getting a fridge and a stove put in, and the place needs to be cleaned. The landlord is great, his two-year-old son is a muppet head and is in love with David. They have a generator and a roof top patio. We should be settled in by Thursday, but I feel that might be pushing it. We are reserved at the hotel until Saturday just in case. I can’t wait to have a stove again. The kettle miso soup was amazing this morning, but I would love to start making some brown rice.

south indian thali

We had South Indian thali for lunch today, and it didn’t make us comatose for the next 5 hours. it came with beans, great soup and some pickle. I ate the whole thing with my right hand. Yum!