Dreaming

The postcard view from Sardinia, Italy, site of beach yoga retreat.
 I bet I could do some beautiful tree poses there.
I would feel so balanced!

I've been doing more travel writing. I'm happy about this. But so far, it's mainly "armchair" consumer writing about how to get the best rates, find off-season alerts, book smartly, etc.

I just researched a beach yoga retreat on Sardinia, an island in Italy. Can I just tell you, I am DYING to go there?

What would it be like to live a life like that, which includes a trip like that? I would surely have to be a more disciplined writer and a less frivolous spender.

How would H. and I have to change our work goals and writing schedules to afford such a splurge?

I can dream, right? No charge for that. ;) But what a dream it is.

TCOY

1. Veggie burger.
2. Nap.
3. Walked up to Highland Avenue and back down through Iris Gardens with H. and Sug. Inhaled scent of sweet daffodils pressed to nose.
4. Talked to Sis for Dad's birthday.
5. Falafel on whole-wheat pita from Falafel Hut. Cost: $5.34. Taste: Yum.
6. Asked H. to make me coffee to ice rather than waste money buying it at Starbucks.
7. Talked frankly and calmly to Figgy. Doing my best.