Three stories at Zipolite

I- Two mexican women

Everyday I go to do Yoga with Iza. This training is wonderfull because we use all our body and we focus on our back but it’s softly and harmonic. This kind of Yoga is Chocolate Yoga. 

I love the people that go to do Chocolate Yoga. We are like a big and lovly family. Every year we meet in this paradise.

I feel like in my home when I do Chocolate Yoga. Everybody there is my friend.

It happens everyday, except one:

The room is full. and I put to my Bamboo near the door, and I have no space for me and my mat. I leave my things by the door, near to Bamboo, and behind and other woman. I feel something weird, but I do Chocolate Yoga normally.

Constantly I feel disturbed by her, maybe I’m tense.

Iza says that we will work as couple. Of course: this woman and me are together. We work to get out a pillow. It’s a forceful test. I lost it.

We don’t ask us about our names or other things. There is silence between us. There is anger between us.

Iza asks the couples to set down behind one to other, and to medite for few minutes. We do that. After we must medite one in front of the other, but while one medites the other looks to distract.

During this practice I think ‘why do I have problems with her?, what do I do?’. And I notice her the same way, like me.

She medites and I must distract her. I breathe in and decide to kiss her. When I kiss her, I kiss me. I kiss her face, arms, belly, legs, feet. I blow on her face, arms, belly, legs, feet. I feel cured, I give my love to other parts not love of myself.

She says ‘we change!’.

I medite. She tries to hit me, to beat me, to wage war on me.

I realice that my feeling was right: we have a problem between us. She’s beautiful. She’s a brown mexican woman. Like me.

II- Wedding at Zipolite

Idoia is a pretty spanish woman, who tried to live at Zipolite many years a go. She decided to sell her house and leave all. Ido realiced that she love her best friend five days before her flight. Yes, the life is strange.

She flies to Zipolite, and every morning she thinks on Juan, her new boyfriend: after 18 years of friendship.

He flies to Zipolite like a gift for her birthday. And they walked to Beach of Love. Of course, in this place he asked her if she wants to marry with him. 

This day we had a party for Idoia. She tell us this love story, and we cried, smiled, hugged and drunk a toast. This happened in Spanish, English and French.

The wedding was on the first of January. On the beach, with many food, drinks and love. Mirko says many words about an old story of Ulises and Penelope, and there love for 20 years, they were faraway but with heart join. Like Juan-Penelope and Idoia-Ulises. Like us, like everybody. We know that the love exists.

We cried, loved, smiled, ate, drink again and again, for eternity.

III- Zipolite was made for us today and always

I went with Bamboo to Beach of Love. Maybe it was 7 am, to do YugDo on the beach. I was nude, of course.

I saw on the rocks somebody, handsome, then saw waves. I loved to be at Zipolite, again.

When he descended, I hear “hola”, and I understood that he doesn’t speak Spanish. I decided to speak in my horrible English. We talked about whales of the coast, but he didn’t understand me for my bad pronunciation. We hugged, and we felt electric vibes.

I don’t believe it, but I asked if he wants to take a breakfast with me. He can’t, and desperately, I said ‘come with me to take a dinner’.

My body said this words and does it. My mind said me ‘don’t do it’. At the time. My body won.

This happened when we kissed and had sex for the first time. We were new and old, fresh and warm, tense and relaxed, black and white. We are complementary opposites.

Then, he wrote this: “Waves crash and toss us together overnight while hot sun heats our body’s during the day/Sunrise and sunset are the only times to divide attention from our pleasures. /Ilihutsy Zipolite was made for us today and always”.

I love to Glenn. I love to Bamboo. I love to Zipolite. I love me.