Day 6: Baobob House

I take a Benedryl last night before bed. My new ritual as melatonin is not cutting it and I’m desperate for good sleep. It’s Sunday today and I awake at 6am pleased with my quality of sleep, finally.

I head for the damp poolside that’s croaking with frogs for some morning tai chi and yoga. Before I begin, I spot 4 frogs in the pool, one frantically trying to get out. I spend 5 minutes locating the pool strainer and fish the little guys out. 

Post yoga, my fuzzy head is at bay and I feel clear and light.

I spend most of the day pelting words into my keyboard one after the other, for hours. Time seems to fly by and soon, it’s 4pm. Only plans for today are to write and relocate to my new room in the Baobob House; named as such after the 200+ year old Baobob Tree outside the house.

My day soon became quite busy. I was set to only having planned to move into my new room when I was done writing but find myself accepting invitations for a bike to the beach and after, sunset yoga.

Cowboy beach is just a mile down the road from the main house – biking there only takes 5 minutes so I meet Ella and Cat who are already there and dive into the sea, with my shoes on. Corina arrives soon after me and hops in the water with her snorkel. Soon, she is far away, swimming freestyle, parallel with the beach. She’s an incredible swimmer I observe. 

We return just in time for sunset yoga which is led by Andreya, Corina’s mom. Andreya, a free-spirited German woman who I’ve talked with frequently over the last few days, has been teaching yoga since the 70’s, before it was popular. I met her when I was living in the Main House. In the afternoons, she would wander up from the Dragonfly House for “puzzle and politics”. This consisted Sahdguru, a yoga guru but more notable, an advocate for improving soil practices to protect our food sources which, have been declining in nutrients in recent years.

I realize now, the day has gotten away from me and I need to move to my new room. I’ve been busy accepting life’s last minute invitations. Which, I love by the way. I love being free right now – to accept invitations on a whim and living this way. I don’t worry at all about moving my things until 8pm and the sun is long gone. But it’s no big deal. I do text my new roommate Miranda to apologize and ask when she usually goes to bed. She tells me 10-11 and suddenly I feel like it’s all a perfect part of the plan. I arrive at my new home – a much more humble living quarter in the Baobab House, room 1 or, B1 for short. Miranda is already sound asleep and I slip into bed with my nose to book. In the morning, Miranda tells me I fell a sleep with a red light on my head; startling her in the night. This, is Workaway.