I was still on a yoga retreat near Sayulita, Mexico, in one of the most enchanting places I have ever seen. Of course, that enchantment may have more to do with the fact that I travel so little than with just the attributes of the place.
Still, there I was, spending the week absorbing bliss to my bones. From the tropical breeze to the pounding surf, from the saucer-sized hibiscus flowers to the tiniest iridescent humming birds, from the symphony of bird calls -- some not so in tune, like those that broke the morning hum with what sounded like broken fans, to the wild night of mariachis our group hired to celebrate two birthdays, from …. Well the list goes on.
Best of all was the twice-daily yoga practice in the palapas, where, in every yoga pose we did (or which "did us" the way yoga often does), we could get glimpses of the sea, often with the sky and water inverted.
And the most magical of all was the afternoon we happened to be on the beach and the dolphins came, playing hide and seek with the tourist boats that were chasing them. Those of us on shore, called out to the dolphins, which seemed to come closer as they leapt playfully in and out of the water, finishing with two huge arcs that crossed each other like a heart.
