One of the best things about staying at a hostel is that one never knows what kind of brilliant hobbiests they may run into.
For example, last night, after the sun had gone down, and the place transformed into it’s red-and-green-lit, nightclub alter-ego, I was tethered to a column by my ever-present need to have a charged phone.
It was not a clearing. It was not a large path.
In fact, it was an intersection of pathways, one of which led from an entrance to a bar.
So, a high – traffic area.
But poi came out anyway.
Because if there is not a good space to practice, then one must practice in bad space.
I had no guilt in crashing this lesson, and now I think I actually understand how to *turn while spinning*. (Because why would I ever learn the basics of anything first? Pish!)
Life is beautiful.