Tres (Michael) and I took our long, tight, limbs to yoga class the other morning at Coconut Lagoon. (I am sure Alice, Mary and Leslie are pleased to hear that.)There was a nice, male yoga instructor who took it easy on us, a few sun salutations and some stretching and leg lifts and lots of relaxation, just what we needed after all our long car ride. (Although, we took another class in Cochin and were "challenged" to say the least).
In the class at Coconut Lagoon, there was one other woman from England. But when the yoga instructor saw Tres, the love fest began: “you are so tall; your body is so nice.” Then he proceeded to tell us that tall people are privileged in India. I guess that is true everywhere though. I mean remember that study of the CEOs in the Fortune 500? Like more almost 90% of them are white males, over 6 feet tall and a full head of hair(at least when they became CEO); what weird about that of course is that some really small percentage of American men are over 6 feet tall (no matter what y’all say). The instuctor told us that Tres could get a big dowry in India and that all the marriage ads say, “Handsome boy, 5’9….” – in other words, the height is of primary importance and gets mentioned early on as an asset. I knew that boy was valuable.
At some point during the latter half of the class, I don't know when, because i had my eyes closed, per the instructor's direction, but the yogi ran out of the class and found a magazine called Rock and Folk to give to Tres. It had a picture of Jimi Hendrix on it. He said that he just had to find some gift to give to Tres. He invited Tres to stay with his family when Tres comes back to India. Tres has lots of new places to stay, phone numbers and emails, a lot of new friends.
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