Yoga is alive and kicking here in Buenos Aires. We never fail to spot a yoga venue when walking about through the neighbourhoods.
As it happens, many of the chance people that we come into contact with share with us that they also practice yoga. It isn't your typical young yuppy/hippy type either. It tends to lean more towards people you wouldn't imagine digging their heels into a downdog.
Today, on the Subte (subway) a random lady took interest in my vibrams, which spurred a yoga conversation. She was an older lady that devoutly practices Iyengar style yoga. This subte lady also shared with me that a top guru from the Iyengar tradition was coming to Buenos Aires from India. What a great gem of unexpected info!
After scampering though the heavy rains I made it to my first prenatal yoga class. The class was held in the teacher's quaint studio apartment. I happened to be the only pupil that showed up (possibly due to the downpours), so I had a bonus one-to-one session. I reckon I was the only hardcore one!
My teacher spoke fairly fluent English. I had the treat of being taught in a tongue I could really understand. The class was not as flowing as I would have liked, but the instructor was very caring and an all-round lovely being.
There is also proper yoga studio a few blocks away from my apartment that I also discovered does a prenatal yoga class. I am hoping to sample a session there later this week.
