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<channel><title><![CDATA[Retreats with The Santosha Life - My Love Affair with Cuba]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.retreatinsider.net/my-love-affair-with-cuba]]></link><description><![CDATA[My Love Affair with Cuba]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2025 20:56:11 -0400</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[My Love Affair with Cuba and how it began through yoga]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.retreatinsider.net/my-love-affair-with-cuba/my-love-affair-with-cuba]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.retreatinsider.net/my-love-affair-with-cuba/my-love-affair-with-cuba#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2016 20:41:26 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.retreatinsider.net/my-love-affair-with-cuba/my-love-affair-with-cuba</guid><description><![CDATA[    My first sunrise meditation as a client of Mhai Yoga Cuba Yoga retreats in 2013... I was hooked.    Me and Coco, November 2015 It didn&rsquo;t start in 2006 when my friend and I took a last minute cheap trip to a &lsquo;4&rsquo; star resort in Varadero&hellip;.That trip reinforced all of those negative Cuban stereotypes I had heard from 1st world whiners like myself - terrible food (I almost fought a woman over a banana!), drunk tourists demanding things in English and acting irritated that  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.retreatinsider.net/uploads/5/9/3/5/59351723/5474261.jpg?555" alt="Picture" style="width:555;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%">My first sunrise meditation as a client of Mhai Yoga Cuba Yoga retreats in 2013... I was hooked. </div> </div></div>  <span class='imgPusher' style='float:left;height:435px'></span><span style='display: table;width:auto;position:relative;float:left;max-width:100%;;clear:left;margin-top:20px;*margin-top:40px'><a><img src="https://www.retreatinsider.net/uploads/5/9/3/5/59351723/9437583_orig.jpg" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border-width:1px;padding:3px; max-width:100%" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder wsite-image" /></a><span style="display: table-caption; caption-side: bottom; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;" class="wsite-caption">Me and Coco, November 2015</span></span> <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:justify;display:block;"><span>It didn&rsquo;t start in 2006 when my friend and I took a last minute cheap trip to a &lsquo;4&rsquo; star resort in Varadero&hellip;.That trip reinforced all of those negative Cuban stereotypes I had heard from 1st world whiners like myself - terrible food (I almost fought a woman over a banana!), drunk tourists demanding things in English and acting irritated that the staff didn&rsquo;t speak English perfectly, uncomfortable beds, wine that tasted like vinegar&hellip;but, the beach. Oh, the beach&hellip;. It was truly spectacular.</span><br /><br /><span>I&rsquo;ve travelled quite a bit (gratefully), and I know that one resort experience in a beautiful place can easily meld itself into another resort experience at another beautiful place. I didn&rsquo;t know it at the time, but I was seeking connections. Real, authentic connections. Connections to people, to places, to myself, to my loved ones. I wanted to learn, I wanted to experience. But, not to simply tick off a box on a bucket list, but to grow as a person. Much to my surprise, the more I learned about different cultures, people, yoga and meditation, the more I needed it to fulfill my soul. The more I knew I needed to follow the path&hellip;The more I had to learn.&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span>I was sitting at my desk in Canada at a wonderful, well-paying job, great boss, cool team, excellent perks&hellip;.but I was tense&hellip;.I was stressed&hellip;and I didn&rsquo;t know why. I closet smoked for years, and when I gave up smoking&hellip;I replaced it with more exercise, more drinks after work&hellip;. What void was I trying to fill?&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span>I started googling &lsquo;yoga retreats&rsquo; for that upcoming weekend. I had to get out of dodge for a few days to reconnect. I&rsquo;d now been in this retreat habit (yes&hellip;.some called it escapism&hellip;.) for years and it seemed to be the only thing that could set me back on the straight and narrow.<br />It recharged my batteries and I always&nbsp;came back feeling refreshed and ready to take on the world! Enter Coco (aka...Christine).</span><br /><br /><span>I found one in Cuba&hellip;.hmmmm&hellip;.memories of ham and cheese sandwiches came back to me&hellip;gross. Then I read on. Mhai Yoga retreats were run in a villa outside of Havana with a real Cuban chef, organic food, a Cuban yogi, and it was unexplored territory for many tourists&hellip;.hmmmmm&hellip;I liked what I saw.&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span>My boss said it was too busy a time for me to take the full week, but that if I promised to be back in to time to present at a board meeting on the Wednesday night&hellip; I could go for four days. I&rsquo;ll never forget my email with Mhai Founder Christine (aka&hellip;. Coco)&hellip;. &lsquo;Is it okay if I come for only a few days?&rsquo; &nbsp; She immediately responded &lsquo;Some retreat is better than no retreat&rsquo;&hellip;.&rsquo; &nbsp;Oh, hellloooooo VISA.</span><br /><br /><span>&#8203;So I spent a ridiculous amount of money on the flight and I was on my way to Havana the next day.&nbsp;</span></div> <hr style="width:100%;clear:both;visibility:hidden;"></hr>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.retreatinsider.net/uploads/5/9/3/5/59351723/8891294.jpg?531" alt="Picture" style="width:531;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%">The colours of Cuba</div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><span>I was wound up, I was stressed, I wasn&rsquo;t sleeping&hellip;.</span><br /><br /><span>I ended up at a B&amp;B recommended by Coco in the suburb of Havana because I arrived so late. The 1950s chevy broke down, I didn&rsquo;t speak Spanish (shame on me!), we couldn&rsquo;t find the place, the driver kept picking up hitch-hikers (which I now understand is common practice and very safe in Cuba) and I thought for a quick moment that maybe I was going to be mugged and killed.&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span>Not so&hellip;.I spent the night with a Cuban family and practiced yoga with a Cuban yoga teacher who wore jeans and practiced on cardboard the next morning. &nbsp;She didn&rsquo;t seem to notice my new lulu lemon&rsquo;s and brand new mat, and just wanted me to have a good practice. I fell in love with the Cuban people immediately. This was real Cuba.</span><br /><br /><span>Here I was&hellip;.money, &lsquo;things&rsquo;, freedom&hellip;.but stress and a deep emptiness (that I never knew was there). &nbsp;Cubans had nothing, but had more to give than anyone I had ever met - &nbsp;a smile, a hug, a kind word, and kind eyes. Loyalty, family, honesty, hard work, and laughter&hellip;oh the laughter...</span>&#8203;<br /><br /><span>My four days at Mhai Yoga retreat opened my eyes to an entire new world. Who knew that these four days in 2013 would result in life long friendships, a mentor (Eduardo Pimmentel), an inspirational friend and retreat partner (Christine &lsquo;Coco&rsquo; Dahdouh&rsquo;) and a new way to see the world. &nbsp;I learned how to live in the present. &nbsp;Mr. Tolle has &nbsp;been preaching this concept for years&hellip;but finally, I understood.</span></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.retreatinsider.net/uploads/5/9/3/5/59351723/8536704_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%">Me and my mentor, teacher, friend and inspiration, Eduardo. November 2015 </div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><span>Since that first email exchange, I have become a yoga teacher, left the corporate world, led three successful retreats with Mhai Yoga and am planning another one in a couple of months. I would have NEVER thought that was possible a few years ago.&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span>Anything is possible, at any time in your life.&nbsp;</span><br /><span>There are always peaks and valleys (as my late father used to say), but when I&rsquo;m in a valley, I remember how truly connected we all are and how beautiful a simple, connected life can be. It helps.</span><br /><span>Namaste to my fellow seekers,</span><br /><span>Kathy</span><br /></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.retreatinsider.net/uploads/5/9/3/5/59351723/6480575_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%">Teaching a heart-opener class under the watchful gaze of our Buddha. January 2016. From former client to teacher....who would have guessed? </div> </div></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>