Bali Magic

You would think that being 22 years old and having completed a degree at university I might have been away from home for at least three weeks but I honestly haven't. At uni I felt a personal sense of achievement if I made it two weekends without going home... The one time that happened anyways. You might question then why I chose to travel all the way to Bali for almost a month to complete my yoga teacher training when I could have done it at home.

Going to Bali to do my teacher training was something I joked about but deep down never thought I would actually do. But when the course I was supposed to complete at home fell through and I felt like I had lost all direction. So to the internet I went (seriously how did people function before google?!)After searching and searching the only thing that seemed perfect was training in Bali... Apart from the fact that it was over 7750 miles away from home and started in just three weeks. Then I did the first spontaneous and slightly crazy thing I have ever done. I just booked it. For someone who writes a list and plan for everything this was big: I decided I was going, no doubts. So a car journey, two flights and rather scary taxi ride later here I am in this beautiful country. It is like nowhere I have ever been before, greenery and flowers back onto dusty roads; places of tranquility are hidden behind crazy bustle; it is swelteringly hot. I think here you have to look for the magic; and I've found it.

The course starts properly tomorrow. We will get up at 6.30 ready to begin, I couldn't be more excited. Apparently after 3 weeks of this intensive training I won't want to hear the word yoga again. I'm pretty sure that for me that is an impossibility, but maybe hold out shouting names of asanas at me when I get off the plane.