I made it to the studio in Vienna to take the 8 pm class tonight. Yesterday I came to the studio 7 minutes late after trying to find the studio for 30 minutes.
How strange to take a class in a language I don’t know. It was like the Swedish Chef with some understandable words that sound like English or Scandinavian. So instead of listening to the words I listend to the melody of the dialogue. And then it was no problem to know what was said. Funny and Interesting.
I had to hold the Swedish flag high and have a strong practice and my body was happy to be in the yoga-room.
Tomorrow it is time to go home again.