Upon return to Granada, after the teacher training, some of my new found yoga family arrive from the beach in search of good food, massage and an occasional hot shower. I didn’t realize how many people I had invited, or perhaps it was that I assumed they would slowly trickle in, one by one, over a few weeks. Some of the yogis had travelled before the training, and some still had time for travel afterwards. A mob of fellow yogis and yoginis descended upon Calles Corralles in the days that followed.
We had Nick in the bamboo studio (while Oren was on a bamboo trip up North). Nick who lives in L.A., loves bamboo and LOVED the bamboo studio. He spent many hours in the hammock, in the garden (which is getting fuller and greener by the day) and started to write his book there. Then Heather, who was supposed to stay with us but was highly allergic to our cats, had her turn in the bamboo loft bedroom and was equally entranced, finding her time there healing and restful. Other yoginis were introduced to PURE, our gym and yoga center across the street where they found an opportunity to teach yoga in exchange for room and food. And so our casa becomes the meeting ground and central hub for my new found yoga family. It is amazing how bonding an experience like a teacher training course can be. Here in Granada we have meals together, both at home and in the city, walk the streets of Granada and generally having a good time together!