tez
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Hello BAexpaters, greetings from Los Angeles.
I decided to take a break from my BA-break to write about my day, in case anyone is feeling homesick.
Whenever I come to LA I do a lot of bikram yoga because we have a great studio that I miss the entire time I am away. Since I'm here for a while this time, I decided to branch out and see what other classes are around my home. I've been trying out one of those "cater to all" gyms that has everything from yoga to zumba to bootcamp. I've taken several of the classes and although they aren't the best they are decent and close to home, and as you can imagine pretty cheap. Today I go to the yoga class, 9am Sunday morning, I arrive about 20 minutes early for no particular reason and I'm able to choose my spot in the empty classroom. People start arriving and the class slowly fills up, more and more people come and so I start moving my mat around to make room for people coming in, no problem, totally normal and to be expected. People continue to come and I realize I'm the only one moving my mat around, so people are starting to have to put their mats in the slimmest of spots, and this one woman puts hers right up to the corner of mine. When I notice I say, "Oh! Let me move up for you!" And I do, and she just glares at me. No thank you. And no one else moves even though they have room. And people continue to pile in, no one moves even though there is lots of unused space, and one woman even complains to an old man who puts his mat down right next to her, saying that she's going to need all that space. He comes up an wedges himself next to the mirror. No one moves. This is all before 9am, so it's not as if class is in session.
Class goes on as usual, it's decent but not great just like the rest, and the only thing that really stuck with me was how cold and self-absorbed everyone was, how completely self-obsessed they all were. I might have been imagining it but I felt as if I could see it on their faces as they stared blankly ahead careful to avoid any eye contact: I'm not going to move, she should have been here earlier, this is my spot.
I've taken loads of yoga classes in Buenos Aires in at least a half a dozen studios, and the fellow students have always been accommodating. At the bikram studio on Las Heras the classes were often very full and, although I didn't pay so much attention at the time, I felt as if no one was ever left without space to practice. Or a Metodo De Rose studio I remember one very full class when the teacher even stepped in to help better stagger people. At this place: nothing. That poor old man was stuck in a corner while the people around him had at least some room they could have given him. And then the class ends and half the class leaves quickly---many during savasana, of course---and half become much more sociable, as if business is done and now I can relax and be somewhat human, maybe even apologetic for their former indifference.
I mentioned my LA bikram class earlier, and as a comparison it's not quite as bad as this other place. People will adjust their mats a bit, but I also do feel like people do the bare minimum.
It all compiles into one more moment when I think how rude my fellow (North) Americans can be. And in the same moment I miss the warmness I've experienced in BA.
Any thoughts?
I decided to take a break from my BA-break to write about my day, in case anyone is feeling homesick.
Whenever I come to LA I do a lot of bikram yoga because we have a great studio that I miss the entire time I am away. Since I'm here for a while this time, I decided to branch out and see what other classes are around my home. I've been trying out one of those "cater to all" gyms that has everything from yoga to zumba to bootcamp. I've taken several of the classes and although they aren't the best they are decent and close to home, and as you can imagine pretty cheap. Today I go to the yoga class, 9am Sunday morning, I arrive about 20 minutes early for no particular reason and I'm able to choose my spot in the empty classroom. People start arriving and the class slowly fills up, more and more people come and so I start moving my mat around to make room for people coming in, no problem, totally normal and to be expected. People continue to come and I realize I'm the only one moving my mat around, so people are starting to have to put their mats in the slimmest of spots, and this one woman puts hers right up to the corner of mine. When I notice I say, "Oh! Let me move up for you!" And I do, and she just glares at me. No thank you. And no one else moves even though they have room. And people continue to pile in, no one moves even though there is lots of unused space, and one woman even complains to an old man who puts his mat down right next to her, saying that she's going to need all that space. He comes up an wedges himself next to the mirror. No one moves. This is all before 9am, so it's not as if class is in session.
Class goes on as usual, it's decent but not great just like the rest, and the only thing that really stuck with me was how cold and self-absorbed everyone was, how completely self-obsessed they all were. I might have been imagining it but I felt as if I could see it on their faces as they stared blankly ahead careful to avoid any eye contact: I'm not going to move, she should have been here earlier, this is my spot.
I've taken loads of yoga classes in Buenos Aires in at least a half a dozen studios, and the fellow students have always been accommodating. At the bikram studio on Las Heras the classes were often very full and, although I didn't pay so much attention at the time, I felt as if no one was ever left without space to practice. Or a Metodo De Rose studio I remember one very full class when the teacher even stepped in to help better stagger people. At this place: nothing. That poor old man was stuck in a corner while the people around him had at least some room they could have given him. And then the class ends and half the class leaves quickly---many during savasana, of course---and half become much more sociable, as if business is done and now I can relax and be somewhat human, maybe even apologetic for their former indifference.
I mentioned my LA bikram class earlier, and as a comparison it's not quite as bad as this other place. People will adjust their mats a bit, but I also do feel like people do the bare minimum.
It all compiles into one more moment when I think how rude my fellow (North) Americans can be. And in the same moment I miss the warmness I've experienced in BA.
Any thoughts?