Yoga
Yesterday we hit the waves at Santocha beach, all four of us. It was fun! After about an hour, Charlie and I took a breather on the shore, and he challenged me to run to the big rock and back. He went first, and then it was my turn. Dressed in my shorty wetsuit, I set off on my beach run. I felt the grains of soft sand beneath my feet. Everything seemed perfect, and I was feeling good, my stride confident and smooth. However, this was short-lived as I noticed the sand getting progressively softer. With each step, my feet began to sink, I tried to maintain my balance. In what felt like slow motion, I found myself lunging forward, unable to stop the inevitable. Before I knew it, I crashed face-first into the sand. My arms and legs flailed wildly. Finally, I managed to stand up, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Turning around, I caught Charlie's shocked expression, though he tried his best to contain the bubbling laughter within. I couldn't blame him; the sight must have been way funny. With a sheepish grin, I shrugged off the mishap and continued running, laughing at myself along the way. When I got back to Charlie, he couldn't stop laughing, and honestly, I couldn't either. Luckily, no one else was around, and I didn't get hurt. Phew! Luke had a blast riding his JS shortboard, catching a few waves and feeling stoked.
We had a yoga class with Julia, the Airbnb owner. We set up our mats on the deck, ready for some yogi poses. This was the first time all four of us have done yoga together. It was like a scene from a sitcom - I wish I had a hidden camera rolling. In the second pose, we were already huffing and puffing, struggling to bend our legs the right way. It was a hilarious! We definitely need more yoga practice. Julia led the class in a mix of French and English. Despite all the laughs and struggles, we had a great time. It's safe to say we are not quite yogis yet, but we're excited for our next class. 🧘♂️🧘♀️
Marissa and Chase Jones are here for a few days. They came over for dinner last night, and today we hung out at the beach. Our first French lesson with Lula was from 3:30 to 5:00. We got to the beach a bit late, so we decided to head back to the house one by one for our lessons. Luke was the first to go, riding his bike back after coming out of the water. Then, Charlie followed 20 minutes later, and I was the last one. I'm glad both boys are confident riding back to the house alone and that our bond with Lula feels so natural, considering we just met her at the Halles 5 Cantons. Our instincts and good vibes were right on the mark. She is really nice, took her lessons seriously, the boys had a great time, and we all learned some new things. We will continue to have lessons Tuesdays and Saturdays at 3:30.
Phish is doing their summer tour, and naturally, we logged in to listen. But you know what's funny? It just doesn't feel the same here. So I hit up Gaetane and the other girls to send me some French hip hop/rap music today. Way better!
