Paradise is all right

If I needed more inspiration to take an early retirement, it was the last few days on the Costa Careyes in Jalisco state (home of tequila and of mariachi music). I stared out bus windows through the winding roads of the Sierra Madre Occidental, enduring endless hours of every movie ever made by Steven Segal -- who, incidentally, is better dubbed in Spanish. Some twelve hours, two buses and two taxi rides later, I arrived in a surreally beautiful, tranquil villa above the ocean, where I met an assortment of intrepid yoga practitioners from New York City -- including my friends David and Lya, who were the leaders and organizers.