It all started when…
My first yoga teacher had hairy legs, she was squatting on the floor next to me sipping mushroom tea on Maui Island; A 90min Hot Yoga class with a feminist witch. I loved it.
One week later, back home mid January in NYC; my hot water tank broke. The landlord said it would take one week to replace. Desperate for a hot shower, I googled Bikram Yoga NYC…. 10 years later, here I am. For more on my travels, personal story and how Bikram Yoga has helped me through a less than fun medical history - browse through my blog: How I Ferment Myself.