If nobody’s told you yet, let me be the first. Pilates is dead in Paso. My legs are returning to their normal unflattering shape. So, I’ve taken up hiking. I’m staying on the West Side of town, which backs up against a pretty huge canyon. Peachy Canyon I believe it’s called.
On my hikes through the neighborhood, I pass the cutest little cottages. Each one uniquely different in it’s style and form. I don’t know if they are craftsman style, bungalows, some may even be Victorian. But I’ll call them cottages because they probably represent many different eras. Here’s a few of the ones I like to pretend I could own.
Someone could really make a killing opening a cute clean pilates studio right in downtown Paso. Nothing similar is here. As a matter of fact, there doesn’t appear to be any workout spots at all in downtown Paso. I don’t even care if you don’t give me credit for the business idea. Please, steal my idea and open a pilates studio!
Haven’t found Pilates yet. I’m on the West Side a few blocks from the square downtown and one studio in walking distance had 2 machines and charges $45 for a private session. Ouch. Another spot near downtown only has 2 classes a week: Monday and Wednesday nights.
Discovered my fave pilates studio in California so far. It’s got beautiful newly refurbished hardwood floors, the best reformer machines, and a great location in walking distance to everything in Los Olivos. I bought 10 sessions for a discount without even knowing how thorough and attentive the instructor is. She’s terrific! Each session she focuses on a different part of the body but she still keeps it well distributed. She’ll push and challenge you while carefully making sure you don’t push too hard. I’m going to get my ass in shape and I’m confident Jeanine is going to help me do it.
A woman I met at pilates hooked me up with some winemakers she knows. SWEET. It took almost no prodding from me either. We were just chatting after class and, naturally, where I was from and what I’m doing here came up in conversation. People jump at the chance to help.
Three weeks here and I am still trying a new restaurant every night. I figure, if I eat somewhere new each night, I’ll meet a new set of people. Yesterday, I had dinner next to a lawyer who grew up here and has seen the town change drastically in that time. Shops, hotels, and restaurants replaced orchards and barns. His eyes lit up telling stories of childhood days on the Russian River. Good thing that’s not going anywhere.
If it were not for pilates 3 times a week, I would not be able to do all this eating out. But the studio I chose based on price and location does not give you the killer workout. They only offer mat classes—no reformer machines. So, they are a lot like yoga. A few instructors even incorporate yoga into their pilates classes so they should really call them yolates or piloga.
Every time I visited Healdsburg, I fantasized about living there. Beautiful cottages line the streets surrounding the square that shape the quaint neighborhood. At the center, the plaza brings the community together and beckons you to join year round events. It was an ideal destination to begin my gypsy lifestyle. It’s also pretty close to home, should I forget anything and, while it is very different than a cosmopolitan city like San Francisco, it is pretty populated and appears to have everything.
Got a cute cottage walkable to the Healdsburg Plaza! It’s unfurnished but the owners have filled the kitchen with all I need for my 6 week stay here. I won’t miss TV as long as I can watch the Giants while I’m having dinner at a local pub, which is also a great way to meet the locals. The neighborhood has plenty of beautiful paths for a run or hike and pilates is just a 2 block walk from home base. I’m set!