I flew out to Santa Barbara on Friday (from Wichita to Chicago to LA to Santa Barbara) and caught a taxi from the airport up the side of the mountain (don't know the name of the mountain range), where I was greeted with this:
Gorgeous, no? The center is nestled at the top of a canyon, and you can pretty much see all the way down to the ocean from there. It was so... peaceful. And nice.
Because I was there early, I got the pick of my yurts, and I picked one down in the "yurt village". It was a bit of a hike back up the hill (mountains! hills! We don't have those in Kansas!), so I would pack a backpack with everything I needed for the day, and head up once. It seemed to work.
My yurt! I ended up not having to share, which was nice, actually. Especially since I was still on central time, and crashed really early on Saturday night.
We will pause a moment to admire the yurt village's toilet:
And the view from said toilet
So. We had a yoga class on Friday night, an unwindy thing, then some lovely vegetarian meal, cooked by our amazing German cook, Beatrix:
(She always explained things beforehand.) And then we sat in a circle and introduced ourselves.
Saturday was more yoga (well, it was a yoga retreat!), and now's as good of time as any to show you the amazing instructor/yogi, Kent:
Seriously. He was kind, funny, adaptable to our needs, and encouraging. I wish we had more like him out here.
Then, after some more amazing food (including the best. soup. ever.)
Then, on Sunday, we listened to a talk/had a discussion with Ganga, the guy who founded the center:
And said our goodbyes.
From there, I headed down into Santa Barbara. An on-line friend, Cathy (who happens to be an old college friend of Hubby's) drove down from her home outside of Fresno, picked me up from the center, and we headed down to the ocean front. We ate some Mexican food (I had mahi mahi fajitas, which were pretty good), talked an awful lot, went down to the warf, and spent too much (well, I did, anyway) at some quirky local stores. It was a wonderful way to end the weekend!
|The hotel Hubby arranged for me.|
|That's Cathy. We had a nearby security guard snap this one.|
The bums in Santa Barbara were quite creative in their panhandling.
This is the one that got my money, though:
|The view from my balcony.|
|Do I look relaxed and happy?|