Wed 12 Oct 2005
One of the memorable things about Cancun that I can’t believe I forgot to mention on the Cancun Thursday post was yoga that Thursday morning.
Diana and I met with the yoga instructor and walked to the white gazebo at close to 9:15a (the yoga instructor was again on Mexican time). I noted how the clouds over the sea were gray cumulonimbus clouds, and how fast they were moving. I told her I hope they hold out until we’re done.
They didn’t hold out. The gray was quickly over us, with light sprinkling. Since the weather’s warm and the rain is warm, we all said we didn’t mind a little contact with nature while we were doing our thing. The wind picked up, the drops got bigger and closer together. The gazebo ceiling became obsolete as the sheets of rain pelted us on a diagonal. Within minutes there was not one dry spot on the entire gazebo floor. Our yoga mats were soaked, all of us were soaked thru our clothes, and the torrential rain prevented me from even opening my eyes. We finally had to run for cover. This was only at 9:30a. The class stood by a covered station against the resort that gave out beach towels, discussing what to do next. The instructor and the other people in the class decided to continue their yoga in the ocean. I was not wearing a swimsuit underneath my clothes, as I normally would be. Plus it was getting a bit chilly without one square millimeter of dry fabric ANYWHERE on my body (and I don’t mean just damp; I mean DRIPPING, SOAKING WET), so Diana and I opted out to clean up and hit the gym and/or get breakfast.
On our way back to the room building, I remarked about the thoroughness of the resort staff to put cones on the outdoor walkways that say “caution: wet floor” into the 2-inch deep water collecting on the ground. I have never been that wet in my life, and that includes when I’m standing IN the ocean, cuz at least then water drips off certain body parts and leaves that area dry. The inside of my mouth was dryer than the outside of my body.
What a great experience.
“Raindrops keep fallin on my head
But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turnin red…”
That’s certainly a great experience!Isn’t it more weird (or dangerous) to do yoga in the ocean, especially when it’s pouring?
Did you deliberately alter a word in the lyrics to adding some colors/effects to the post? 🙂
really? I’ll check the lyrics.
I just checked. No, it’s right the way I have it.
I did check before I commented coz I always remember this song goes like this “Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head…”
It doesn’t matter, I still like the way you ended your post with this song. This song is nice. 🙂
Oops, forgot to copy the link…
I got the lyrics off from here,
http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/forrestgump/raindropskeepfallingonmyhead.htm
OH, that’s what you’re referring to. I thought you meant the “red” part when you said “color.” I’ll fix it. Thanks!
Sometimes I do realize I don’t explain things clear enough. 🙁
Well, I was initially thinking maybe the writer was giving a hidden description or adding another layer of meaning in the entry. I found the English major from UCLA tends to have this writing style sometimes. Hehe. It’s intriguing for me as a reader. 🙂
Maybe you give me too much credit. But thanks!
i think that was the only time the entire week there that i felt cold.
[…] It really was a great weekend. As it usually is. There were walks in the rain, dashes in the rain, drives in the rain. (No rain here, however, compares to my wet yoga experience in Cancun.) There were candle flickers and friends and games. Sunday, Mr. W and I drove up to my friends Vicky and Peter’s house in Pasadena and had lunch at Big Mama’s Rib Shack for some BBQ and soul food. I had been touting that place for months, so I was really glad that Mr. W enjoyed it. Then we went back to Vicky and Peter’s, let their vizslas trample us (purebred really happy and friendly red-headed doggers), and had game night so fun and intense that we forgot to eat dinner. […]