Rich Americans like “The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills” love Goat Yoga. Our reporter tried out the trendy sport in California.
My Saturday morning starts in a bad mood. And this in July. In San Francisco. I'm late, slightly hungover from champagne, I just had to pay 40 US dollars to park overnight in a shabby garage and now I'm stuck in a traffic jam. I'm only wearing a T-shirt because I forgot my sweater. It's 15 degrees outside and drizzling, thick fog swallows up the apple-green mountains of California. The vibe is dusknot LaLaLand.
“The rich all do it in California”
The next moment I see a young man crash into a rock face. Total write-off. The man climbs out of his car. Blue lights, police. How fragile our lives really are, it hits me again, and I sink into rainy melancholy.
