I decided to go to a yoga class at the CEU fitness center which is just classrooms and the gym at the elementary school across the street from our campus. Super low-tech but no big whoop. The class is 1.5 hours and, Mother of Pearl, am I going to be sore tomorrow. This was not really a traditional yoga class but more of a “let’s see if we can make Colleen scream and writhe around in pain” class. Seriously though, we didn’t do any typical yoga poses (sun salutations, etc.) but we did do a Ryan Gosling-worthy amount of ab work. I’ve done plenty of yoga in my day but tonight I was discovering muscles under which I had previously only stored up Funyuns and Cheetos for the winter. My main complaint – other than the ab torture – was that the teacher did mini-relaxation periods in the middle of class. Um, no, save that for the end or I will think (PRAY) that it’s the end of class. The best part of class was the teacher’s heavy use and very proper pronunciation of the word “buttocks.” My buttocks just got out of a hot bath and now they’re going to bed.
Lotsa love from central Europe!
C
Booty Pest 
I’m absolutely loving your musings, Colleen! Keep on going — Booty Pest is a great read. So, my mom was telling me all about this Hotel/Spa they stayed at in the city. Under the lovely hotel were these mineral springs where one could soak in the curative waters. They loved it. My dad noticed all these folks strolling around the ground sipping something (probably the mineral waters) out of a little porcelain china container with a built in sippy straw. He ended up find that they were sold in the hotel/spa gift shop. He bought a few and that’s what he would use to hold their evening martinis!
RIght now they still sit displayed on a shelf in the built-in bar in my mom’s family room. Every time I see those things it gives me great memories of my dad and what a Budapest-loving cut-up he was.
See if you can find out what hotel/spa mom is talking about. Could be more than one!
Keep enjoying your adventure, girl… I’m so proud of you!
Beth
p.s.
My folks always referred to Budapest as “the San Francisco of Europe”…
Man I miss your buttocks
Sounds like fun…I did a yoga DVD last week and thought of you…not quite like our yoga class at the healthplex.
If the yoga instructor pronounced “Buttocks” like Forrest Gump then that’s an A+ story.