Six Weeks

We are almost at the butt end of week six on this course. We’ve just had three solid weeks without a day off. Yesterday we had to be at the yoga shala at 6am for pranayama (breathing meditation), then practice 7.30 to 9.15ish, then assist with classes 9.45 to 11.15 ish. Then discourse from 11.30 to 12. Then back for an entire led primary talk through (which made that the third practice of my day) from 3 to 5.15. Then 5.30 to 7, more pranayama. Then a set change and into Badjahns (where we basically sit around and chant shit like, I am not kidding you, “Hare Krishne,”) from about 7.15 to 8. And this is after three weeks without a day off from this kind of schedule. I feel like I am about to lose my mind. Or commit homicide. It’s a wonder there hasn’t been a good girl fight. Of course the day is not over yet.

It’s lunch break, 12.38 p.m., and I’m contemplating the internet café before yoga philosophy from 3 to 6. Tomorrow is Sunday, our first full day with nothing on the schedule and I’m wondering if I should plan to hit the AA meeting in Callengute. I just don’t want to be tied to any plan whatsoever. Is that a little baby scorpion I see over in the corner of the patio? I think it is. Or it could be a humongous ant. I don’t think I want to go and find out, though. My body needs a break.

There are Al Qaeda threats against Goa’s night market here. Half the people vacationing here are Israelis fresh from completing their military service. It’s how they have such hot bodies and seem to do nothing but enormous amounts of drugs all day long. Probably should go to that meeting. Though I do have an ulterior motive. In any case, not sure if I’ll go to the night market, either. What I want from there is some flesh of chicken. Mmm.