Last day in Andalusia. The atmosphere is bright and soft, the sky is blue, and everything reminds me of California.

When I was living in Los Angeles, I always felt the same—carried by a smooth energy. And every Sunday morning, I’d go to a yoga class, and I called it church.

It was one of those classes that stretch in time. The room was full of light, the music was enveloping, and the teacher would infuse the class with yoga sayings that would fill my heart.

It was my ritual. I’d come back home with my mind expanded, my body relaxed, my soul nourished, and my nervous system back at peace. Feeling everything in its right place. Colors felt more vivid, textures more sensual, and the world was a welcoming place again.

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