Still on vacation, but back to the US after having been with my family for a few days. It was all great. My Mom seems to be doing as well as she can be, being positive and constructive, making the most out of this new stage of her life. We relaxed (something that before seemed like a luxury, with my Dad in the house, having such a difficult time), went out, shopped, ate out, and just generally enjoyed it. I also practiced Yoga at home every day, which made me feel great, and had the chance to meet a few friends. I also finished “Enlightenment for Idiots” as well as “Downward Dogs and Warriors: Wisdom Tales for Modern Yogis” and started “A Woman Alone”, a book on women’s solo travel stories, which I usually love and find very inspiring and resonating, since so many times I’ve been on the road by myself.
Today, I was supposed to be traveling to a Dance Festival with The Boyfriend, but for now I had to call the plans off. He has a ruptured disk 
and obviously cannot (should not) dance. He’ll stay home having some therapy (traction and decompression), and trying to relax. He insisted that I should go to the Festival anyway (it would not be the first time I do this on my own, and I know many people who are attending) but this time I decided that this was meant for us to go together, and I just wouldn’t feel right going on my own in this particular occasion, even if I was looking forward to the Dance… So I’ll stay at home for a few days, which will give the chance to practice at the shala while running some large errands that I’ve been putting off for months and months… (like preparing furniture and clothes to be sent out to a charity, organizing the replacement of my dead AC unit, reorganizing my files, etcetera…) and then fly early next week to visit him, hopefully being able to do activities that will be easy on his injury and celebrating his birthday.
