….unconventional as well as packed with wild travels. Usually perched in a tree, riding a bike, whipping up stuff in a kitchen, toasting records or hitting a yoga mat in a studio, or preferably by a river. From Turkey to India, via Thailand. Through Africa and the Caribbean, Hawaii, North and central America to name a few places in which pieces of my heart were left. Lands that were roamed at my pace, which is slow. In my late teens, India stole my heart, but gave me in return something grand after my first few initial visits. YOGA. And India will never be done with me! Back and back and back…. a deep belief is strongly instilled in me, never over with. A feeling of being blessing for being dedicated enough to have studied with some very grand as well as inspiring teachers. The Iyengar practice kept me out of real trouble during my twenties and when wildities were ready to be given up, Ashtanga & Jivamukti yoga set the tone of my thirties. Maybe uneducated according to society, with no interesting jobs or PHD’S… I like to believe I am unconditioned. However, my education is constant as well as endless on this path of yoga.