This morning finds me back in the hurley burley of family life, doing laundry, cleaning, taking the cat to the vet….you know what I mean….tackling the carnage after a long weekend when I wasn’t here keeping order as I went along…..
Mind you, it’s worth it because I got to spend the weekend here….
Chateau Gottrau, near Freiburg, Switzerland
I have to tell you that this is my dream house – 16th Century, lovingly renovated, fabulous garden with lovely little nooks to tuck yourself away in to read or doze in the sunshine. Ontop of which there was utterly fabulous vegetarian food, a lovely massage and warm, friendly hosts.
But….(you knew that was coming didn’t you?)
I have to be honest now and tell you that the yoga nearly did me in. I’ve taken yoga classes with this teacher for years and like her immensely, but I guess I had underestimated the effect the time out due to injury earlier this year and the extra kilos and well, frankly, my almost 49 years. We had several young keenies with us who were 20 years younger than me and capable of turning their bodies into pretzels – which as I’ve noticed before – tends to make my teacher up the difficulty of the classes…
Don’t ask. It was bad. I should probably have just given up and gone and sat in the garden as one friend did. I probably wouldn’t have felt so demoralized…..or so in pain. By the end I couldn’t even lie down without everything hurting!!!
Oh well, I shall chalk it up to experience and next year go into serious training before I embark on another yoga weekend.
Oh and if you’ve got a cool SFR 6 million going begging, Chateau Gottrau is up for sale. You could do a lot worse!