Two hundred stories

This place reminds me of the old trope about New York City: There are 8 million stories in the naked city. At yoga camp, there are only about 200 people, but all of them have a story. They’re mourning or dealing with an illness or coming to terms with a childhood trauma or … Everyone’s dealing with something the whole world over, of course, but at yoga camp strangers sit with strangers at dinner and talk freely over the vegetable goulash, and the details emerge quickly.