Yoga Journal

The joy of eating

LAST FALL I LANDED ON SALINA—one of seven inhabited Aeolian Islands off the southwestern coast of Italy—ready for an eight-day yoga retreat to reset my health, calm my nervous system, and help me get perspective on my relationship with work. I was gearing up for two asana classes every day, long walks, longer naps, and healthy eating at a gorgeous, sun-soaked estate called Capofaro.

So when Americano, homemade pasta, and freshly baked bread. Before I knew it, it was time for yoga and dinner—and I quickly realized the first night’s indulgence wasn’t going to be an anomaly.

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