Among my favorite experiences in China, some of the most enjoyable were the early morning wake-ups when I unrolled the yoga mat. I brought my mat with knowing I would make good use of it; and although I didn’t limber-up every morning, I was certainly happy to have my mat with me for three weeks.
Adjusting to stiff hotel beds (which, as I discovered, I actually prefer), being on your feet for hours each day, and near constant travel to keep on top of our jam-packed itinerary made each yoga session (I was spending anywhere from five minutes to 30 minutes) so worth it. I’m not sure I would travel anywhere without my mat.
Along with morning yoga – before breakfast – I would sometimes listen to jazz on my computer or on Jake’s computer. Not once did I hear jazz in China; however, the Chinese seem to enjoy instrumental holiday music – this was a little surprising and actually became annoying. The music on my computer was limited and I was forced to give up a few albums as my hard drive filled up with pictures.
We were not without music, as Jake had a whole bunch on his computer. The most frequently played music (for me an Jake) included Bob Dylan, The Beatles, Thelonious Monk, and Miles Davis; I’m probably forgetting something also.
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