Picture in a magazine.

Brent recently had an interview published in a little magazine called Puebla, distributed mostly in the northern suburbs of Buenos Aires, from what I understand. For those who don't read Spanish, you will have to trust me when I say that it was very well done. It's already generating some interest -- he got three calls the day after it was published, and a bunch of people turned out for the chiropractic talk he gave a couple of days later.

People here are embracing chiropractic. It encourages us in our decision to come here -- although talent like Brent's is needed at home, there are already a lot of chiropractors, and a lot of people who already think they know what chiropractic is. Tragically, from what I have learned from Brent, a lot of chiropractors at home prefer to play into that idea rather than teaching people what it's really about.

Here, he doesn't have to wade through that kind of nonsense. The people who come to him are, for the most part, people who are eager to learn, who want to live healthy and discover true wellness. There is so much good work to be done here.

Find Brent's office on Facebook!  Vida Chiropractic Capital - Maschwitz.

https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Vida-Chiropractic-Capital-Maschwitz/169081383199171

Happy holidays, again.

Argentines take their holidays seriously, which I can appreciate. Brent is not bothering to open his office on Mondays because he counted 14 Monday holidays in 2012. At home, holidays are this optional benefit thing that companies offer to employees. Here, you are required to give the holidays. By law, from what I understand.

A four-day weekend means a collasal city-clearing. Last night we were walking home from a friend's house and the streets were empty. (You would think this emptiness would extend to the grocery store. It did not.)

Today and tomorrow are holidays, as is next Monday. For me, this means relatively nothing, since the bar is still open on Tuesday night, and my yoga classes are still taught as usual.

Uruguay, take 2.

We ferried across the river to Uruguay for the second time over the weekend, this time also getting on a bus and going to Montevideo, the capital city.

We have a chiropractor friend there, so the highlight was seeing him and his wife and eating at an outstanding Peruvian restaurant. Aside from that, we walked around a lot, got me good and sunburned, and stewed about the really crappy exchange rate from pesos (Argentino) to pesos (Uruguayo).

Nothing was open! True to this-part-of-the-world form, the Montevideans ditched the city for the beach over the weekend, so all the shops and, by Sunday, half the restaurants were closed. We had a hard time finding an open place to exchange money (and accepted $80 worth of Uruguayan pesos in exchange for $120 worth of Argentine pesos. Grrrr). 

But, as usual, it was nice to get out of this city for a couple of days. Our next Uruguayan stop will probably be further up the coast to the beach at Piriápolis, further yet to the resort town of Punta del Este, or even more far to some other beach towns.

Chiropractic for everyone.

I know first-hand that Brent is especially good at what he does, but then stuff like this happens and it really sinks in.

In addition to people, he has also been adjusting horses and is starting to develop a clientele among that population, especially as the summer draws to a close and the horse-owners return from their vacations.

One of his first patients was Coco, a horse so dis-eased that her owner thought she was going to die. One day, the poor thing felt so bad she wouldn't even get up so Brent could adjust her. So he did it with her on the ground.

A few adjustments later, that little horse is back on her feet, moving around and eating normally again. 

We're looking forward to a thousand stories like that one.

Adjusting a horse seems almost impossible -- I had a hard time imagining it until I saw it, and we have a friend who I'm not sure actually believes that it can happen -- but Brent says adjusting horses is easier than adjusting people. They don't complain. They change and improve quickly. They give energy rather than suck it away (we all know some of THOSE people...).

And they're super pretty.

The summertime trade-off.

As the stifling heat and humidity threaten to turn me into a winter girl, after all, I have taken refuge in the fact that at least the city is empty. Not great for business, granted, but FANTASTIC when it comes to grocery shopping.

Until yesterday.

We've been told repeatedly that February is the slowest month in Buenos Aires, so I was expecting at least another four weeks of grocery-store ease. I was blindsided yesterday when I went in for a few items, not at all prepared for the lines that awaited me. And it was hot in there.

I came out grumpy and sweaty, and I wonder if the days of quick shopping are already over for another season.

Speaking of business, I have taken on a group of four girls as private yoga clients. We've done two sessions thus far, and they are loving it. I am reminded of the great joy that is my work, and the fact that what I do is, well, kinda important. It's easy to fall away from that when it's hot and you're not as busy as you'd like to be, but their shining, enthusiastic faces, new to yoga, bring it all back home.