I promised you to look back at the Milan Yoga Festival, so here are my thoughts.

Long, long day. Yoga festival day. Up at 7 am to go over Sara’s class one more time. Home past midnight. 

Visiting my parents-in-law which means eating Italian food. Good Italian food. By now, I know how to eat it.

Can I run, can’t I run. We have a day of travelling. In the Netherlands that means getting to the airport early.

This week is one of those crazy weeks with a lot of things happening. Sadly enough, because I like boring weeks.