Botanical Garden yoga

I figured since this is a monumental person, you needed the larger photos!
This morning, after a late night, we got up at 7 and were ready to leave at 7:30.  Yoga started at 8:30, but we wanted to get a space.  Not to mention we're both early fools!

We got to the gardens and it was already packed.  I should point out that we were not actually in the gardens.  All 2000 of us were on the empty black-topped parking lot!  At 7:30 it was beautiful weather.  Windy, cool (well, cooker than 90), sunny.  At 8:30, a local gym presented 30 minutes of Zoomba which I imagine originated in Mexico or another Latin American country.  It was fun, but I was barefoot, having only worn flip flops since I knew I was there for yoga.  

At 9 they started giving away prizes, but we hadn't registered, so that did us no good.  Around 9:20, in came my Honey.  He spent about 10 minutes just talking.  Reading form a book, etc.  I'd like to point out that my listening Spanish has arrived.  I still have occasional troubles when I'm talking one on one and the person speaks too quickly or with too much slang, but my mind is totally accustomed to all Spanish all the time now.  That's exciting!

When we began, we did several sun salutations.  By now, it was hot and we were warmed up from the Zoomba.  From there, we did chattarangas (sp?!) which I was so thankful for because my arms have not seen a workout in months.  

Most everything we did I had done before and, though rusty, felt good about it.  The teacher came out into the crowd multiple times, correcting postures.  He also had four or five assistants that did the same.  There were several partner postures.  I am usually not a fan of these, but Mabel and I had a good time with them.  It was hilarious!

At the end, when we were in our relaxing state, he had asked all the observers to let us be, that it was difficult to relax when people were watching you.  So he asked for no pictures and for those who were not participating to leave.  He's a sneaky one.  While we were all relaxing, he kept telling us what to do, but with our body in the fetal pose and our eyes close face down, we couldn't see that he was walking away.  When he ended the class, he was already on the other side of the parking lot, getting into his bus with his police escort.  Love lost.