A mere 15 miles from the equator might apear to be a death sentence from a hot poker but at elevation Quito has a "spring-like" feel year round. I was welcomed into a lovely and warm family and for the next week we shared side splitting laughs, delicious Ecuadorian dishes and nights out on the town dancing salsa and making up moves to gringo pop.
In the morning I unrolled my travel yoga mat and started with a gentle warm-up. To my surprise, I was short of breath after only a few minutes. I relaxed in child´s pose to find my breath again. And so moment by moment I was aware of the thinness of the air at this height and the impact it had on both my body and mind. The poses felt different as well and there was nothing routine about the very basic transitions I was making and poses that I held. My practice adjusted by being slower and more concentrated like a reduced liquid with more potency. After a few days I could practice just about 45 minutes at a time and even that felt equivalent to my typical 90 minute class.
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