The timing was perfect. Just when the rainy season ending my nine-hole-a day (or nearly) routine and with my belly a constant reminder that I needed really serious exercise, friends of ours invited me and my wife Getsy to a private yoga class for three couples.
It was a time-warp sort of feeling for me.
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