I wrote Miriam and told her that I was planning to take two weeks in May or June to go on a yoga retreat. This would involve waking at 5:30 every morning, two-three yoga classes per day, two pure veg meals per day, a couple of hours of daily service to help with the upkeep of the ashram, and back in bed by 10:30pm. It only costs 600 rupees for the whole two weeks (about $15US).
This was the Mirmo's response:
"...Oh and I think your vacation to the yoga thing sounds like smoking crack. Abel-you know I love you! And I love that you are eccentric...I hope one day many many years from now I will know you still and we will meet up and you will have a fresh hena application and way too much stone jewelry and a pamphlet about how to clean toilets for tibetan monks on your next vacation....and I will hug you and remind you then that I love you so and hand you a toilet scrubber. Yoga your ass off sister....do it up. Whatever floats the boat. Personally I would rather go to Vegas and get massages all day and a nice tan."
Oh Miriam, I love you.
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She knows you very well... I can't think of a better imaginary future Jenn.
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