As southern Europe pants with the weight of summer tourism, the only breathing I can hear is that of 12 friendly alpacas.
I am in a yoga session among a herd of camelids in the Austrian Alps. It’s peak holiday season, yet there’s not a hint of any of the usual summer noise you might get in crowded resorts elsewhere. The sun is soft, warming my skin without a sting, and the view of the Otztal mountains looks too idyllic to be real.
As I inhale deeply, a thought slips through my meditation: “This is the perfect summer vacation – just me, an inspiring instructor, and my furry chums”.
