Het Yogahuis

Feeling left out of virtually every single dessert eaten at the hostel, I decided today was going to be the day to change things. Being forced to improvise in the hostel kitchen I ended up making this slightly altered version of a recipe I'd seen on Pinterest. I spent a great but rainy morning in town in an incredible shop recommended by a friend at the hostel, looking at fancy pulses and spreads (and buying a tiny tiny but satisfactory pot of marmite!), and collecting all the ingredients before coming back for lunch, and then baking! 

feeling happy in the rain in my sunny yellow coat

cozy lunch

With the promise of chocolate tart afterwards, I convinced 2 friends to join me at a beginners yoga class that evening. At a facility less than ten minutes walk away, and taught by the mother of a friend from the hostel, the 7pm yoga class was the perfect way to work out the pain from aerial earlier in the week (and work up an appetite for cake...).

Het Yogahuis

the waiting area

The studio at Het Yogahuis is lovely, covered in spiritual yogi decorations, and with almost everything draped in warm orange it provided the perfect atmosphere. The class gave everything you could possibly want from a yoga session, consisting of a mixture of guided meditation, self awareness training, relaxation techniques, yoga sequences, stretching and strengthening, and generally having an enjoyable time. I had an incredible time, I really liked the teacher, I left feeling much better than I did before, and was also really happy to have shared the experience with my friends.

studio entrance

notice board

At the end of the class I was made even happier to be given the opportunity to book a set of lessons for only 5 euros per class, and really there was no way I would have been able to say no! Getting back to the hostel on a high was only continued by sharing out the dessert I'd made earlier, and receiving high praise by clearing away only clean plates afterwards.

The evening promised a more scandalous turn of events, as I was woken from my post-cozy-evening sleep at around 2.30am by the bar alarm. Going to see what had happened I found my roomie retrieving a guest (that we'd already been warned about) from over the bar counter, and sending him up to his room. After this I had to get up to let in 3 other separate groups of people unable to get into the building using their key cards, finally making it back to bed by 5.30am. Happy to get back to sleep, I was already thinking about the next thing I wanted to try to bake. Tot dan!