JANERA.com cordially invites you to the first Global Nomad Retreat, September 7-13, 2008, at the gorgeous Il Pero Villa in the heart of Tuscany.
Participants in the Global Nomad Retreat will have plenty of time to engage in relaxing and restorative activities-lounging by the pool, roaming the surrounding countryside, visiting area wineries, shopping and strolling through neighboring towns-punctuated with sessions of yoga, meditation and structured conversation, during which guests will have the chance offer their personal perspectives and define what it means to be a Global Nomad.
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