I didn't read the rest of the ad because it was fully constructed in Italian, and also because
|Observing the silence of the Chi.|
Well, when I arrived back at the studio later that day, I found out. I opened the door with the advertisement and raced up at least four flights of stairs, awaiting to reach my new found love and destination. At the top of the stairs was a doorway with no door and bright sunlight pouring into the room. It was a room with mirrors all over the wall and wooden floors with multi coloured yoga mats scattered about. First of all, it was just a plain old yoga class. Secondly and also most disappointing, there were no tables with any types of treats in sight. And lastly... The yoga instructor was a young woman wearing a matching yellow tank top and capri set. She was also black, which explains why she calls herself... Chocolate Yoga.
Don't get me wrong. The yoga class was definitely fun, and I left feeling more happy and energized than ever. I also left feeling kind of stupid for thinking that someone would actually shove free chocolate in my mouth while in the downward dog position. I guess you can't have everything, can you? Maybe I'll start my own trend. White Chocolate Yoga. Real chocolate included.