Ok so the tittle sounds a little funny. Yes I do yoga on a nudist beach and NO we don’t do it NAKED.. hahhahaa.. Ok, so I do yoga at the beach 4 times a week and on Saturdays we happend to do it on a beautiful rocky beach near el Cabo de Huertas, in Playa San Juan, Alicante where we live and that part of the beach, which is absoluteley beautiful happens to be a nudist beach…

I’m not sure if my yoga teacher knew that when she picked the spot but most of us sure as hell didn’t! hahaha.. We meet at 8:30 am so when we first get there, we might see one or two old men (yes nude) but as the day progresses more and more come until we are surrounded and we feel like the odd man out!!

At first we could not concentrate and would just laugh our heads off, and when someone new joins our class and has the shock of the first day, we laugh more at that than the other..but I must say after a while it just becomes natural and part of the scenery and you don’t think twice about it .. After class we dive in the beautiful sea (with our swimsuits on!!) and watch as all the nudist stare at us as if we were the strange ones..

I guess after a while of going I will have to give the whole nudist thing a try or NOT!!! What do you think??

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Like every year since we moved to Spain we have celebrated the Night of San Juan, right here on the beach of our very own Playa San Juan in Alicante. It is a century old tradition that lives strong in this part of the world.

It consists of getting together with your friends and family, going to the beach with lots of food and drinks, you build a bonfire and burn all the old to bring in the new. At midnight you wet your feet on the Mediterranean Sea and jump backwards 3 times, making a wish..(and many other traditions).

My yoga class along with my neighbors all gathered together this year and we had one of the best “Noche de San Juan” ever. We had every type of food, drinks, candles, incense, lots of rituals and lots of fun..

You can see all the pics HERE…..

Ok, for those of you who don’t know what Hogueras or the Bonfires of Saint John are, All I can say is that it is a Fiesta here in Alicante Spain... You can read more about it in my Playa San Juan blog… Anyway, long explanation short, a lot of people, a lot of tradition, a lot of parties, a lot of food, a lot of drinks and most of all a lot of fireworks..

Yes, I think next to China, the Valencian community is a close second to the art of pyrotechnics.. So much so that during the weeks the Hogueras are celebrated there are firework display every night. Yes, every night, and when I say every night I mean around midnight or later..

So just imagine, you have just put your kids to bed, you have just sat down to finally start winding down, it is 1 am and all of a sudden….BOOM, BOOM , BOOM, Oh My God the world is coming to an end, we are at war… what the hell is going on??? Ohhhh, yes it is Hogueras, it is firework time…

Needless to say Marco and Bella were woken up from their nite nite and rushed to my side so I could comfort them…Before that though I was able to capture the moment in video, since last nights fireworks happened to be right around the corner..You can hear poor Precious in the background barking her head off..

Enjoy!!!!

Every year the end of the school year the kids do their little dance and song number depending on what activity they have been in all throughout.. In our case ballet for Bella and Judo (got his green/blue belt) and Guitar for Marco (not to forget Soccer). So this past month between rehearshals, costume changes and a little nerves the kids got up on stage and showed us what they had learned.

You can see all the pics HERE. as well as a couple of videos you will enjoy…

Many of you know that Marco is one of the sweetest little boy around. He was a great baby an even better toddler and is a great boy now.. but.. all good boys sometimes do bad. and well, Marco last night did not come up when I yelled at least a donzen times out the window at aobut 10 pm to come up!!

He loves to play soccer with his friends downstairs but most of them are much older than him and have a different curfew, so he doesn’t understand why he has to come up first..So his first punishment ever was no to go downstairs for one afternoon. But Matt  my dad thought I was being too strict so I decided to post a voting to facebook, and little Marco got to go downstairs for a little while..

Tell me about some of your punishments…