Tuesday, April 17, 2018

The Morning Ritualistic, Yoga, Contemplative Squish-fest.

I like to have a bath in the morning and imagine my surprise at finding a bath in my room here in Helsinki.  Obviously, I have not JUST found it, it has been there since I arrived on Sunday.

So each morning I get up and as is my preference, I have a bath instead of a shower.  At home it is a long contemplative affair, with the radio going in the background and I ponder the day and get ready for the rat race.

I have a similar approach to the morning bath here, albeit about 2 hours earlier than my NZ morning bath, usually starting just after 5am (I know this will blow Ian away, such is my love of sleeping in!).

There is one major difference, I am quite a lot of girl and there is quite a lacking in bath.  I can get my feet and butt in, or I can get my shoulders and butt in, but not all at the same time.  If I lie back, I can bend my knee in the extreme to turn the tap on with my foot.  Washing my hair is an exercise in extreme yoga, that even I am proud of.  So I have taken a photo to share with you, to give you some perspective as to the size of the bath.  That is my shoe, to use for scale and you also have to keep in mind that the slope of the back of the bath is included.

Will I continue my morning ritualistic, yoga, contemplative  squish-fest?  You bet ya!!!!!!




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