High on Life / I'm clean

I arrived to my yoga class a little bit early this morning. I wasn't sure where it was exactly and I feel that it's always better to be early than late, especially when you are the teacher.  While waiting for the morning shift person to come and open up, I was hanging outside the space minding my own.  Two people came up and sat on the steps next door to the yoga space. They started talking to me, and so I responded back. Nothing big, small talk. The guy got up and came closer to me. Oh, maybe I should tell you all this. The yoga space is in the Tenderloin of SF. The seediest, dirtiest, drug filled portion of SF. So the guy got up and asked to bump my fist. I told him I'd rather a handshake than fist bump. I don't love the fist bump and feel a handshake is more meaningful. He let me know he was offering the bump for hygienics, you see he was homeless and not so cleanly. It didn't bother me, he was still a person and if he was dirty then I'd wash my hands later. I'm clearly no germ freak(read some of my posts in China and you'll see). When he sat back down, he lit something up. I wasn't sure if he was smoking an old cigarette, a joint, or something else.  So I asked, "What is that? pot or rock?"  It was rock, they were smoking crack right in the open, and next to the yoga space. OH NO!!!  We'll shit, these things happen. Especially in the Tenderloin. They talked to me some more and I saw this as a great place to practice non-judgement. For those who know me, I can be a little judgmental. It's something I've been working on for a while, on how to soften and not judge. But I'm an East Coast Jew, it's in my blood.  Anyways, back to the story. I decided to have compassion for them and not judge. When he offered me some, I told him that "I'm clean. But thanks." I don't think what he does or how he lives is the right way. Selling drugs is what he seems to have to do right now, his dharma. Instead of ignoring him or acting rude, I gave him my time and I spoke from a place of heart. OK, there was a part of me that thought I may get mugged, but I tried to suppress these feelings with those of knowing that all will be ok. Because, it really always is all OK. Isn't it?  He is high in crack, I'm high on life. High from yoga. What's the difference? OK, maybe there is a huge difference, but we all have our roles to play, our samskaras to break. After a few hits from his pipe, he started to get paranoid from not seeing any police and thought they may be coming so they got up to leave. He offered to sell me some powder, again, and again I politefully declined stating, "I'm clean, but thanks."  He told me his name was Carl, but around here they call him Slim.  Then they took off to somewhere else. Shortly after, the lady who was to open the studio arrived and I went inside to prepare for class.  Two types of highs, one natural one synthetic. But people none the same. 

A California Road Trip

I had a friend from China who was visiting the US and wanted someone to show them around a little bit.  Having been in foreign countries where everything is different, even when the same, I totally could remember being in their exec position. When I travel I love when locals show you some of their special little "secrets."  Things that guide books can't tell you, thoughts and feelings that the internet isn't able to reproduce (yet).  So for one week I got to play tour guide. Only thing was, I was playing tour guide in areas that were mostly new to me.  But I had some benefits on my side. I know food and I know how to travel.  A week later, I look back and can say I did a great job, though not at every moment.  My friend got to taste America in both the culinary sense as well as a little of the persona of this great country. 

You know when you go to Chinese restaurants and someone has to say, "In China the food is completely different than our Chinese."  Well, it's the same for any food. Local is always best. I never liked Mexican food growing up because I grew up in New England, about as far continentally speaking, that one can get from Mexico and still be in the US.  When I moved to California, Mexican food finally made sense to me.  California use to be Mexico, after all. So when I said, "Let's eat Mexican tonight." my friend looked at me and said point out "I don't like Mexican food, it isn't good." Of course it isn't, if you eat it in China. But I persisted and convinced her of my ways and what happened after the meal? "That was delicious." Of course it was, it was Mexican food in Santa Barbara.  

The BBQ i was a little less sure of. I've never met anyone who doesn't like authentic Mexican food, but BBQ is a different story.  There are various styles and a lot of people just don't love a thick and tasty BBQ sauce.  But I felt, when in America… eat as the Americans eat.  So we went out and got a variation of BBQ taste. Ribs, tri tips, brisket, hot wings, beans, and we washed it down with some NOLA style bread pudding.  It was decadent, delicious and a big hit.  SUCCESS!!  

Our breakfasts were mostly standard diner fare. Pancakes, eggs, bacon and sausage, coffee, coffee, coffee (David Lynch would be proud). We did have an incredibly healthy morning in Santa Barbara as it is Santa Barbara and healthiness is key there.  But most of the breakfasts were heavy and American. (I should add, lunch was usually not eaten as breakfast was so overpowering.)

In LA the food was all about Korean. Beijing is known for it's jajangmyeon, a black bean sauce noodle. However, IMO, the Korean's took this dish and enhanced it. My friend had never had the korean version so if there was some place to eat this (outside of Korea) this was the place. I researched where one of the best spots in K-town was and off we went. She liked it, and I loved it!!! I would eat this dish with my host family on rainy days and when I eat the dish now, and it's good, I am transported back there.  In good culinary tour fashion, after the jajangmyeon we headed across K-town to hit a noodle house known for it's mandoo (dumplings). All Chinese people love dumplings. It's a proven fact! OK, maybe not a fact, but a relatively true generalization.  So this seemed like a good place to go. And though the dumplings were great, the real highlight here was the kimchi. Sour, spicy and a little sweet. Fermented wonderfulness.  

Of course the whole trip wasn't just "eat our way across California", we did stop and do some site-seeing. Spending a few days around Yosemite was wonderful. A friend of ours from China had previously said, "Why go to Yosemite, it looks just like China." But we didn't let this effect our motives. Sure it has similarities with other national forest parks in China, but it isn't the same. There aren't coyotes in China, or the cute little bears we encountered crossing the road. There also isn't giant sequoia's anywhere in China.  For those who've never been, seeing the giant sequoia's in person is truly beautiful. Breathtaking. Marvelous. Awe inspiring. They are mammoth treats and they bring into one's self a sense of how minuscule we really are.  And we are oh so tiny in this grand macrocosm of life.

We also spent an extra day in Santa Barbara relaxing around. I have a friend from yoga training living there and he graciously gifted us a complimentary class of his therapeutic yoga. After all the long driving, it was very much appreciated. Santa Barbara is also a very cute town to walk around and it's easy to just lose the day meandering around the adorable and friendly downtown area. 

As the week is up, I will now fly back to SF for a month stay before I head off to Asia again. My friend just left on a flight back to BJ. Very happy and content with all we did and saw and both left with the same feeling… "I don't like LA."

From Chi-town with love

A lot has happened since Gasa.  I went back to Thailand for studies. Spent some time in Pai with friends. (it was my first time there and I loved it. Would recommend it for everybody and anybody) Came home for a month with my parents. Went to NYC to see friends. A week in DC with my brother's family. And now this posting finds me in Chicago for an Acroyoga immersion.  Life has been moving fast and slow.  I will head to SF in a few days to see friends and relax for a week and then back to Boston.  From there, I don't know what next will come. I had a few work options and they fell through. The future is looking incredibly less and less known and that is just what it has to be for now. I dive into the unknown with sincere belief that the universe knows what is best for me and will show me the route.

LOVE AND LIGHT!

Gasa

After Gelephu I headed back up to Punakha for some work. I managed to get the next day off and decided to go to Gasa as I had never been and heard the hot springs there were pretty and I'd also seen pictures of the Dzong there which looked gorgeous. So I headed off in a small taxi for what I thought was a 30minute drive but actually was 3 hours. The drive is a bit bumpy but incredibly scenic. A less traveled road with giant waterfalls leaping down cliffs in the distance from sides of the roads. Monkeys here and there as well. When you arrive to the hot spring walkways (it's a 15min walk down) you can see the Dzong above in the distance with clouds and mountains perching behind it. The walk to the hot springs is uneventful (and steep on the way back up) and near the bottom is a small cave like area where you can drink sulfuric water and sniff from a bottle in the mountain. The bottle is very concentrated hot spring steam and is said to clear sinus issues, one sniff and I almost passed out. But my nasal passages did feel more clear. The hot springs themselves are bigger than the ones outside of Gelephu but also much more crowded. Not the most hygienic, but for the sake of being there I did get in the most warm one. Having past out a few days earlier from a different hot water treatment I was hesistant to go in, but also thought that it may help my injury from said hot water treatment. My taxi driver was so happy to be there that we stayed extra long there just because he seemed to enjoy being there so much. But we had a long drive back to Thimphu that night, so we parted maybe an hour after being there and headed back the way we came, picking up some other passengers along the way to help the driver create some more revenue.

A Trip to Gelephu

Before leaving Bhutan this time I had planned to make a little journey to see some places I had not seen during prior stays.  I really had my intent to go see Manas National Park as it sounds to be full of natural wonders and beauty and the chance to see a tiger in the wilderness excited me.  Unfortunately I didn't get the time and the infrastructure around Manas is not so developed. Next time, I hope.  But I did head down to Gelephu, a border town to the Assam border of India and right next to Manas. I thought it'd be nice to see something different. The town itself is very quaint and simple but if you go north of the city by about 10minute drive you can come to the beginning of some beautiful jungle that I imagine will lead you inot Manas.  Inside of here you'll find a small hotspring. In the winter I'm told it's packed with people. However as I was there in summer, there was barely anyone there. On the way back to Gelephu to head back north I cam across my first Golden Langur, a truly beautiful animal.  Shortly after we'd see some red monkeys (which I had trouble getting on camera.)  The road is pretty beautiful, and well paved but right before you reach Wangdi the road turns to shit as there is much work going on there. Building of a hydro-electro power plant.  The tunnels in the sides of the mountain and other equipment around the area made it feel as if it was from some James Bond movie. It's a long journey to get to Gelephu and I don't recommend it for just one day for tourists but if you had more time and knowledge of Manas, then it'd be a very nice trip.