《美食祈禱和戀愛》Chapter 19 (36):無心練瑜伽大綱

Here's what's strange, though. I haven't seemed to be able to do any Yoga since getting to Rome. For years I've had a steady and serious practice, and I even brought my Yoga mat with me, along with my best intentions. But it just isn't happening here. I mean, when am I going to do my Yoga stretches? Before my Italian speedball breakfast of chocolate pastries and double cappuccino? Or after? The first few days I was here, I would gamely roll out my Yoga mat every morning, but found I could only look at it and laugh. Once I even said aloud to myself, in the character of the Yoga mat: "OK, little Miss Penne ai Quattro Formaggi . . . let's see what you got today." Abashed, I stashed the Yoga mat away in the bottom of my suitcase (never to be unrolled again, it would turn out, until India). Then I went for a walk and ate some pistachio gelato. Which Italians consider a perfectly reasonable thing to be eating at 9:30 AM, and I frankly could not agree with them more.

奇怪的是，自從來到羅馬，我似乎沒辦法練瑜伽。多年來，我持續而認真地練習，甚至帶來我的瑜伽墊，而且毫無二心。然而在這兒就是做不到。我是說，我該在何時做我的瑜伽伸展？在我吃巧克力糕點和雙份卡布奇諾的意大利早餐之前？或之後？剛來的頭幾天，我每天早上興致勃勃地攤開瑜伽墊，卻發現自己只能看着墊子發笑。有一回我甚至擔任“瑜伽墊”這個角色，大聲跟自己說：“好咧，四味起司通心麪丫頭……讓我們看看你今天怎麼了。”我難爲情地把瑜伽墊放進行李箱最底層（結果從此未再攤開過，直到去了印度）。而後我出去散步，吃了開心果冰。意大利人認爲早上九點半吃冰完全合情合理，我的確再同意不過了。

The culture of Rome just doesn't match the culture of Yoga, not as far as I can see. In fact, I've decided that Rome and Yoga don't have anything in common at all. Except for the way they both kind of remind you of the word , Pray, Love

就我看來，羅馬文化和瑜伽文化就是不搭。事實上，我判定羅馬和瑜伽根本毫無相同之處。除了 兩者多少都讓你想起古羅馬人所穿着的“託加袍”（toga）這詞兒。