today was our last day of class at the shala. we cried cried cried and, with our alcohol tolerances as low as they are (nonexistant), after one beer tonight, we will cry, cry, and cry again.
we're going out with all our yogi buddies--the texan world traveler and his chinese-australian world traveler girlfriend, the guy from brooklyn, the girl from montreal, the irish diver, the denver yogi, the swedish dude...
today: yoga, packing, cleaning, coffee, bus tickets, trying not to nap, more coffee...
and tomorrow, to goa, to process it all on the beach for a few days before heading back to nyc.
we grew into this place, or it grew into us.
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