I woke early with my roommate to go to Yoga at 9am. I still feel empty from the break-up and yoga can be instant therapy. My roommate and I lay on our mats and wait 20 minutes with the other mat people to be informed that the Washington state faux hippie is sick. She is a great instructor but is filled with a lot of bs. Feeling defeated back at home, I contemplate researching ex lovers on facebook but decide to take a salsa dancing class at a hotel nearby. The class is divided into 3 levels and I start with intermediate and am totally lost. The Kenyan instructors are amazing and the intermediate instructor arranges for me to have my personal instructor. The class is dominated by women so the women give me glares as I happily dance with male partner the entire class. For 2 hours I felt really good constantly moving with a fantastic dance partner.
Day twenty two
Today I had lunch with an old friend who I met in Sarajevo Bosnia. She is incredibly talented and at our age is a regional director for a Canadian/US Christian organization. We went to Art Caffee and then took a long walk to find a women's organization that sells a variety of items made by women who have been sexually or physically abused. It is of course closed on Sundays and we make plans to go next week.
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