Carla said this morning at breakfast that we should always remember this trip and how wonderful it has been. For example, if we get captured by Somali pirates we should think about how happy we were at Shreays and how beautiful it is.
I think these past few days I have understood must be what it is like being a princess. We are alone in this luxury retreat and treated like royalty. We probably wake up a bit earlier than your average princess, but that is to do yoga, so I don’t mind.
In case I ever do get kidnapped by Somali pirates I am going to list some of the special things about Shreyas here so I can remember them:
The tree opposite the yoga pavilion which I focus on when I do my tree pose
The flowers strewn over the tables at mealtimes
The ginger tea
The smiling zen staff
The sound of my yoga instructor’s voice when he says ‘balance’ and ‘be aware of’ whatever part of my body I am meant to be aware of or ‘very good’ which he doesn’t say very often
The amazing food; day after day
The dinners, always candlelit and in a different part of the garden
The crisp, clean, elegant swimming pool
The little garden with flowers and a tree in it outside our tent which is almost part of the bathroom (there is no wall)
The tall palm trees swaying gently in the wind
The massages from Jason who has magical hands
The library where you feel you could spend a lifetime reading all the books (not all, there are some terrible ones, left behind by people I assume when they realised how bad they were)
The morning and evening sun by the pool
The sound of birds all around
And just in case this list isn’t enough, here are some more photos…
Jealous. That’s all I have to say.