I fell in love with Yoga by pure chance, when I was about 8 years-old. Curiosity led me to open a random book my brothers had brought home from a bulk book sale they used to go to and the journey began. It was a tiny, orange manual with the picture of a man wrapping his legs behind his neck, and pretty characters as a title. That’s how I learnt what Sanskrit was.

For months my mom and I would sit on the living room floor in our house in Buenos Aires and copy the poses we found in that book, without knowing we were actually practicing Yoga Asana. It wasn’t until I was around 14 that one of my mom’s friends opened a yoga studio in our neighborhood and I started taking a weekly class with her. I was immediately hooked. I remember it vividly; it was my first class and we were in Pascimottanasana (seated forward fold) when I felt it: Prana.

From then until I moved out of my parents’ house, every Thursday at 9pm (yes, pm) I would go to Eli’s to take my Hatha Yoga class. I would go to bed feeling relaxed and smelling like the gorgeous incense she’d burn. 

Regular Yoga classes were a great support through my 4 years in Medical school. The high stress, busy days were melted away by my practice and allowed me to stay grounded and present enough to realize I needed a change: I woke up one day and announced I was taking a year off and going to India. 

That was 14 years ago - I never went back to Med school; my curiosity would take me around the world many times for the next 7 years. 

My go-to move whenever I’d arrive in a new country or city would be to immediately find a yoga class to take. Eventually, once I became a teacher (also by chance), I started offering my classes in exchange for lodging. This gave me the opportunity to teach and take classes in over 50 countries. I’ve led and practiced next to thousands of students from all backgrounds, religions, and nationalities. I very quickly saw evidence of what I already knew: Yoga is oneness.

I’ve always lived a yogic lifestyle, long before I even knew what yoga was. And sharing its magic is one of the most joyful things I get to do.

I take Yoga seriously and approach it with the respect that this borrowed culture deserves. It was this what led me to open Grounded. I used to teach somewhere else, a place whose owner and most teachers did not uphold the ethics, values, and morals of Yoga. Grounded was created as a response to a deep need to feel safe and to practice in a space that felt authentic.

I’ve been practicing Yoga since I was a kid, and I’ve been teaching it since 2015. I completed my first 200 hours in Australia and picked up more training around the world over the years. I sat for a Vipassana in Nepal, I learned about Yin in Bali, and I’ve taken classes in languages I do not speak. I’ve taught thousands of hours to thousands of students, and I’ve learned something from each and every single one of them. My medical background gave me a deep knowledge of anatomy and physiology, along with tools like first aids and CPR.

With time, I’ve created my own teaching style, always upholding what Yoga asks us to embody: truthfulness, non-violence, honesty, austerity, and detachment.

Sharing what I know is both humbling and exciting. And I can’t wait to see what we can learn from each other.