I don't know which is more stunning to experience, the sunsets or sunrises in South West France. Or a Beatles 50th Anniversary Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band concert at the Royal Albert Hall in London. Or how 'bout all of the above. 🙂 After enjoying the month of May at the Lamothe Castle and Farm yoga retreat renovation, … Continue reading I See London, I Saw France…and The Beatles
"What is your vocation? To be a good person." -Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, 11.5 I once heard a professor in college say, "Travel somewhere new and it's like reading ten books." Yesterday, after a day of renovation work on the Lamothe Castle and Farm we're turning into a yoga retreat center in French Sud-Ouest, I checked out some places on a … Continue reading Bikes, Books & Boards in South West France
"That means it will rain tomorrow." We are driving to Toulouse, about an hour and a half drive west from the Lamothe castle and farm we are renovating into a yoga retreat center here in the South West of France. The precipitation prediction comes from Michel, our driver and a Frenchman who knows about these things, … Continue reading Yoga and other fun things to do outside in South West France
One thing perhaps we all agree on: There are few things as welcoming as a French table set for a meal. This past Sunday in the south of France began beautiful and at peace, birds chirping outside this country castle the only sound in the 7:00 a.m. sunshine. A serene scene, quite the opposite of the election of the … Continue reading Preparing for Yoga Retreats on an Important Sunday in France
It's a beautiful French day so of course lunch takes place outside the castle I will be working at for this month of May. The countries represented at our table include not only France, but also Ukraine, Hungary, Serbia, Syria and my U.S., so our passionate discussions I am able to sometimes follow, yet often times can't. But when I hear … Continue reading Yoga in the South of France
With a population under 90,000, the country of Andorra has less people than my hometown of Kenosha, Wisconsin. It's majestically tucked high up in the Pyrenees, landlocked between France and Spain. I read the food there is excellent, featuring a blend from both its superb neighbors, so that was enough for me. I'm going. With 24 hours … Continue reading Call me Andorra, but don’t call me late for lunch.