This morning, we had a private yoga class at the villa. Putu, the instructor, is a man of indeterminate age and extraordinary suppleness. I on the other hand am as stiff as a rusty sardine tin. He made us bend and stretch in all sorts of unnatural positions but you get the sense after a while that sitting behind a desk all day isn't what our bodies were meant to do. It was difficult - at least for me - but the birds were there in full force encouraging us with song. "Always make smile to your body" was Putu's opening instruction. I'll try to remember that.
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