iyengar en español

had a cold and rainy weekend in which mostly everybody stayed in studying and avoiding the cold outside, where the highest sections of the city saw snow on sunday night, and luckily for me i managed to find yet another jacket this one hella warm and not as cute, but on sale cheap...which i needed today
i had planned to meet lil jen and this other chick from a class, ill call her A she cute, dirty blond curls, for yoga. our search for yoga had been a little disorganized but a lovely dinner at el huerto came with a bonus, yoga upstairs.
..so we all got our butts down there at 9am. so we go in and get set up and it turns out they serious as fuck about this whole iyengar bit.
for those who maybe dont know, thats with all the blocks and straps and props...its like b and d yoga, but not really.
so we get in there and set up and chant a little, led by this dude who is chilean but looks like he could be a young iyengar with his full beard and yoga diaper pants, the kind with a waistband so big that even folded over its like halfway down the hips...a good look really
...so we all trying to follow along as best we can, this other girl from british columbia, she done some yoga before, and you all know im a fanatic, jen had never tried it...so all the poses are assisted by straps and stuff..this can be a little off the wall..literally
..but its also really precise, i found myself at one point with a strap around my middle, held up in the most perfect down dog ive ever done, and the thing is that you can kick it there for like days...the last pose was a real doozy though. we were all confused by the reknotting of straps and further confused when the nice yogapants man demo for us how to knot the strap over your waist and flip upside down, jen gave me this priceless look like, what the hell is this circus school?
..and we gringas began giggling, high on yoga and highly amused..it was cool though
..and after class we traered our tired giggly selves to the little cafe next door, la huerta, seperate from the resteraunt, smaller, and hosting many lovely breakfast items and a really cute waitress with great boots, great pants, and a great butt..
so we notice this right away, cause frankly there just aint so many great asses in chile.. we get into this ridiculous convo about asses where im like, yeah aint so many asses up in chile, i mean i brought extra but not enough for everyone, and A is like yeah i got butt..but yer ass schooled me, i mean you pretty skinny everywhere else..but you gotta big ole butt... by this point even the lady at the table next to us is giggling...i mean we musta said ass like a dozen times...
..then its off to school for me and after my first class i decide to drop into a salsa class to see if i can join. they let me in and i fumble around clumsily for a bit, then comes time to partner up...im like. oh. im confused enough with just my own feet and im thinking maybe i will just watch but the instructor brings over someone who is pretty good and can help me...again im tripping over myself and confused in spanish...for the first like 20 minutes i just watch my feet...we spend most of this time just trying to get me to turn in four steps and not step on homeboys feet, and get this pretty simple 123 thing..
...but after a while i get that everything is actually easier up to speed, and that there are only a few basic steps, and that the dude essentially does all the work, and that the guy i am dancing with is fuckin cute as hell. things start looking up. we work on some fancy turns, i basically just go where im steered and im starting to get comfortable with someone holding onto my hands, which made me nervous as hell at first. actually i always thought dancing with a partner is kinda lame but salsa and merengue sexy as hell and i will now tell you why...
someone who knows how to lead also knows how to give you a little space at first, in fact most of the dance isnt particularly close, thats why when you have a turn that ends really close its sexy as hell, cause the whole time you been spinning around and shit and then you spin right into somebodys arms..well thats just fuckin hot..and then theres all this showy stuff dudes get to do, and the fact that a good partner basically steers you, so theres this strength to the hands yeah? well im into it...my butt going back next week. the best thing about it, cause ive actually ended up dancing like this a few times, i mean at clubs and stuff, its like there some physical contact but nobody grindin on you or tryin to get all up on you..its nice, and im getting pretty touch starved, in my single bed with my teddy...half the time i push sal right oughta bed...
and its not just that im used to sleeping with j..
which i am, but its also that my best friends and my family are so far away, nobody really hugs me or touches me and sometimes i just want a hug or something...
except of course for cheek kisses, btw, ran into natalia in her adorable turquoise boots today also and got a cheek kiss...
man i love me some chileans, they kiss you, hold yer hand, sometimes touch your waist, and you dont even have to go to bed with them to get all this..
this just courtesy feel me?
so then i got home to find a big ole package from j containing the latest jeannette winterson novel, chocolate, cigarettes, burts bee lotion, tampons, allergy pills, and a cute little note...love that guy. what a great day.