Above all, I get anxious. I worry I won't do it right (if you're doing it wrong on your own that's fine, you're only letting yourself down...but with someone else...). And yes, I know there's supposedly no such thing as 'wrong' in yoga but still... oh, you know. So I turned up late, rather hoping that everyone would be neatly paired off and I could slope back to the pool with my book. But no.
'Ah, there you are,' said Tashi. 'And there's your partner waiting for you.' Poor Rosa. Not only had she had to drive me for four hours from Nice airport but now she'd landed me as a partner. She must have been wondering what ghastly thing she did last week to deserve this karma.
'Me too,' I said. 'What are we doing wrong?'
'I don't know,' she said.
'But you've done this loads of times, right?'
'Nope. This the first.'
'It's all about trust,' said Tashi. Rosa and I looked quizzically at one another and soldiered on.
'Oooh, look at the difference in our skin,' said Rosa, laughing at the contrast between her delicious Italian olive skin and my gleaming white slightly sunburned and madly freckled pelt.
Tashi looking serene and rather lovely.