<div class="mceTemp"><dl id="attachment_435" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 310px;"><dt class="wp-caption-dt"><a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P91601661.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-435" title="OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA" src="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/P91601661-300x225.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a></dt><dd class="wp-caption-dd">Just another day in paradise</dd></dl>Some of you asked yesterday, "So what was your Day 1 adventure?"  My reply is, "Launching a big girl blog!"

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<div class="mceTemp">Holy Learning Curve, Batman! </div>
<div class="mceTemp">If you snuck a peek at my <strong><a href="http://latebloomerdiary.blogspot.com" target="_blank">old blog,</a></strong> you probably noticed that I've come a loooooong way, baby!  Wahoo!  Thanks to everyone for your support and well wishes these past two days.  Your response has been the best birthday present that a Late Bloomer could ask for. </div>
<div class="mceTemp">But today I actually left my house for a zen adventure. </div>
<div class="mceTemp">My precious and darling friend, Corinnie (her name is Corinne, but I address most of my friends by silly nicknames), invited me to a Summer Sunset Yoga class at the Montelucia Resort which is a divine escape, let me tell you, dahlings.  I have always wanted to take a yoga class outside in nature, so I was over-the-moon about this all day.</div>
<div class="mceTemp">Class was scheduled for 6:30 which meant I had to zip out of the cubicle jungle, haul my cookies across town, and -- horror of all horrors -- skip dinner.  When you are raised in a neurotic Portuguese family whose obsession with food is second only to the Italians, skipping dinner is a very, very big deal.  To prepare for this trauma, I downed a disgusting protein shake two hours before yoga so I wouldn't pass out and embarrass myself in front my fellow classmates and poolside patrons of the resort. </div>
<div class="mceTemp">The first thing I noticed upon our arrival was all the MEN!  Not because I am more than a little boy crazy (guilty as charged), but because I am used to seeing only women at yoga classes in the suburbs.  I could get used to this. </div>
<div class="mceTemp">I suppose that I was a little distracted by the "scenery" because when I excused myself for a quickie pre-class trip to the loo, I unknowingly barged into the men's restroom, and yes, there was a guy at the urinal.  After my initial shock, I broke out into the giggles and ran to the women's room.  </div>
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