The time had come for my long-awaited yoga trip to Crete. It was time to exhale, following a year of challenges, change, new beginnings, bewilderment, turmoil and occasional numbness. As we drove from Heraklion to Triopetra, I was immersed in my thoughts, yearning for peace of mind and a relentless need to reconnect with myself again.
“In Crete, when we have a small problem, we drink one raki… For big problems, we have two rakis,” the jovial taxi driver interrupted my thoughts. I chuckled, as I recalled how this apéritif makes life merrier!
… And then… I fell in love… with the vibe of Yoga Rocks.