wanderlust vermont: bad yogi’s take from the rear view mirror
posted: June 29, 2014
Now that my time at Wanderlust is said and done, if you’ve been following my social media you might be wondering what a Bad Yogi did at Wanderlust Vermont besides get into trouble, eat local bacon and play dress up. Well, there’s a few things—many that I never expected.
The food at Wanderlust is awesome (this is a Thai noodle bowl), but I left totally craving a hunk of hot crusty bread with a glob of melty buttah
I was pretty sure I’d be forced to renounce everything containing alcohol, animal fat, gluten, sugar and good taste as soon as I arrived at Wanderlust. I was prepared to choke down shots of wheat grass and kale-packed smoothies, and even brought extra floss to grab any stubborn chia seeds that stayed stuck in my teeth. Imagine my surprise when I was greeted with an inaugural dinner of pizza! Yes, real pizza. Real crust and real cheese—the good stuff.
I also had sweet and spicy bacon with black sesame and coconut sticky rice, a Thai peanut noodle bowl, red wine, and was tempted by a pork belly sandwich (but turned it down because I had to be reasonable and maintain a small piece of my dignity, ya know?)
A solo hike up Stratton Mountain is what every bad yogi needs—to remind her she’s afraid of bears
Alright, truth be told I usually prefer nature at a comfortable distance. Like from behind a window in an air-conditioned space outfitted with a real toilet. I don’t desire to have my feet in the grass or my hands in the dirt, yet somehow even this bad yogi can’t resist a good hike. Granted, I’m sucking wind the entire time because I’ve lived below sea level for 26 years, but I still can’t turn down a trek in the mountains. Virtual high-five me because I blew past my comfort zone with a solo hike up Stratton Mountain! Victory!
What I won’t tell you is that it only lasted 30 minutes before I got consumed by thoughts of hangry bears roaming around and I turned back, haha. I have a hard time intimidating anything, so I was pretty sure that a grizzly would just laugh at my sad attempt to scare it away and then promptly feed me to its young.
Turns out Wanderlust is
a bit of a a hell of party
One thing I totally did not expect was to be dancing to a live DJ until midnight almost every night. But hey, what happens at WL stays at WL, am I right?!
I jammed out with strangers, did some serious Bollywood-style dancing, and watched at least 10 people spill beer on the floor. Ah, feels like parties at home….
Hippie chick, hippychick, tomato, tom-ah-to
By the way, this was actually all punctuated by yoga classes. Yoga at a yoga festival? Who’d have thought?! My yoga classes were good, but honestly, my highlights were all the extras that I never expected.
It’s been real, Wanderlust! Until next time, love and light or whatever it is the kids are saying these days.
Tampa-based vinyasa flow yoga teacher Erin Motz is not your traditional yogi. She happens to be the carnivorous, red wine- and French cheese-loving type, though she believes whole heartedly that yoga is for everyone, from the kale-loving vegan to the prize-winning deer hunter. She aims to keep her classes fun and accessible, both in the studio and online. You won’t hear much Sanskrit in them, and she’ll totally forgive you if you don’t know your asana from your elbow. Teaching yoga continues to be one of her greatest pleasures. “I practice to feed my teaching, but I teach to feed my life,” she says. Follow her on Instagram, Facebook and Twitter.