My back was in rough shape from too many hours at a desk. Pipa didn't promise to fix it. Working one-on-one, she just kept asking where I felt supported, and where I didn't. She is also one of the warmest people I have met in Barcelona, and honestly, that's more than I'd hoped for from a yoga practice.

What I love about Pipa is the way she teaches. Calm, attentive, precise, dropped in at the right moment in a way that feels personal. No corrections you can't act on, no focus on perfect poses, just a quiet "try this, see how it feels." I leave each practice a little less tense, a little more steady, less afraid of the week ahead.

Before our first session, I'd never really paid attention to my breath. Now I catch myself paying attention to it at red lights, in meetings, on the harder days. Pipa teaches like she's letting you in on a small secret.

I came in expecting structure. The German in me wanted alignment cues and a clear plan. Pipa gives you that, and also makes space to soften. She's somehow both precise and tender, offering exactly the adjustment you didn't know you needed.

Andalusia raised me on slow afternoons and sea air, and somehow Pipa brings that same easy rhythm to her practice here in Barcelona. Every session feels like a small homecoming, unhurried, warm, and exactly the pause my week needs.