There’s no escaping the budget – not even when you’re halfway up an Italian hill with a bunch of highly literate yogisI just came back from my annual yoga retreat high up a forested Italian hill. All there is to hear in this delightful spot is the onomatopoeic call of the hoopoe and the oddly strangulated shout of whatever raptor it is that likes to swoop over the valley. The most fascinating things to watch in the languid afternoons were the swallowtail butterflies soaring through the garden (like miniature hang-gliders) and by night the dart of innumerable fireflies. Related: A yoga retreat in the Scottish Highlands Continue reading...
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