Two years since the last post, I found the man of my dreams, we started a new life in Mobile, Alabama, we own a TERRIFIC studio here that is growing every day and life is really, really, good. Now it's time to give back.
As a true California girl, I have no concept of summer rain. It stops raining in California in April or so and doesn't start again until nearly Halloween. This idea of afternoon showers has, at best, become an interesting phenomenon to me. Not something that I consider as having repercussions.
So the day started out on a very exciting note as my friend from training, no, not just my friend, my AWESOME GROUP ONE BUDDY Summer was driving over to the east coast from Tampa to meet with me. I got a little computer work done and then we met at a great little restaurant in New Smyrna Beach. As a bonus, I also got to see Carola, who also went to training with us. We had a great lunch together, talking, of course, non stop yoga - yoga postures, yoga people, the drama of yoga training, etc. Then Carola had to leave to take the 4pm class and Summer and I spent time talking about, yup, you guessed it, yoga, but this time in relation to the things I've learned on the road and how it may apply to her objective of starting a studio in Tampa. I have to say that our conversation confirmed yet again the value of this trip. Seeing other studios, learning what I want and what I don't want, how to take the best of what others have learned will help me to really get my studio going in a great direction. I'm so excited!!!
While we sat and talked at a lovely little coffee shop very close to the beach, I marveled at the giant black (and I really mean BLACK) clouds in the air and then when the rain came, it came in buckets - it was literally like liquid air. The drops were not drops but baseball sized, and they were nonstop for at least 30 minutes. It was amazing to see. I had left Higbee in the car with the windows down, but it wasn't any huge deal to find the car a bit wet. Guess the rain came down straight. Had it occurred to me that anything else might have had lowered windows??? Nooooooo - not even a thought!
Then we went to the Port Orange studio, which is owned by Traci, who also has the New Smyrna Beach studio. It was a nice place, and Carola did a great job teaching. I'm so excited to see all my peeps from training as such strong and wonderful instructors. Very different from each other, but really great. It's so heartwarming to think I'm part of such a great group!!!!
After practice, we went to dinner together and again, laughed and talked yoga. We recalled some of the funny things we experienced in training and, interestingly enough, although you'd think the 4th woman who was with us and who had just got out of training could relate to our stories, she didn't laugh nearly as hard as we did. A perfect example of "you just had to be there."
We said some heartfelt goodbyes and I drove back to the campground. It did not occur to me until I pulled into the site and saw the GIANT puddles along the road to the camper that I might be in trouble. I had left every single window panel open, and when I approached the pop-up, I knew I was in for a wet night. The cooler, that had the lid on, was about half way full of water, I opened the camper door and the water started to run out, the beds were literally sponges, and the bedding was drenched. The good news in all of this is that the microwave, radio,
fridge and other electronics were fine. No shorts or electrical problems. Whew!!!
So I spent an hour using the blow dryer on the less moist mattresses (note to self - memory foam dries faster than egg shell carton foam), pulled out the dry sleeping bag packed away and reserved for colder climes and had a damp and humid night. Ironically, I woke to dreams of being surrounded by snakes in the desert. Haven't given that a lot of thought yet.
So this morning, everything is out and trying to dry, but like in Acapulco, it can only dry to the extent of the humidity. It's still pretty clammy here, so I'm not expecting everything to get solidly dried out before it gets compacted. Hopefully farther north I'll have the chance for that.
I'm wet, moist, clammy, starting to get moldy, but the concept of warm afternoon rain is still fascinating to me.