When the road beckons, try these TIPS FROM TRAVELING YOGA TEACHERS to stay HEALTHY AND HAPPY ALONG THE WAY.
Désirée Rumbaugh, a yoga teacher based in Southern California, has been on the road almost every weekend since 2003, teaching in far-flung locales from Australia to Cambodia to Peru. And she’s not alone. Traveling yoga teachers like Rumbaugh log thousands of miles each year. But they aren’t your typical businesssuit-wearing frequent fliers. On-theroad yogis embrace travel along with its challenges by tapping into the teachings of a yogic lifestyle: They eat healthfully, stay balanced, and make time for their practice.
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My best friend and I rarely call each other. Not because we don’t enjoy talking; we just prefer to catch up in person, ideally over frosty drinks in a foreign land. But before our recent trip to Nicaragua, I texted her, “Are we taking backpacks or rolling . . .
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The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.” –Vladimir Nabokov