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.