My friends departed for the airport around 8:30 am leaving me alone in the Airbnb. What to do? First, sleep more. I'd spent the prior month in France getting 9-10 hours of sleep a night but the last few days were max 5-6 hours, and I can already feel my body wearing down. I packed up and left around 10:30 am in search of coffee on my way to get my haircut at 11 am. It felt strange to get a haircut while traveling in another country but the barber killed it. I be feelin' fresh.

The rest of the morning I wondered about until getting lunch at Honest Greens, a delicious salad spot. From there, I headed to check into my hostel, Kabul Party Hostel, which is renowned for its party atmosphere. Read the disclaimer at check in. When I booked the hostel, I reckoned I'd be in a party mood but the last few days wore me out. I now wanted to chill.

Instead of partying, I booked a yoga class for 7:30 pm at the same studio as yesterday. I strolled about the city again with a few hours to kill until class. I felt so tired at one point that I found a patch of grass in the city park to take a 30 minute nap. I guess you can take the man from the trail, but you can't take the trail from the man. After waking up feeling refreshed, I strolled in the El Born area of Barcelona just stopping in whatever shops looked interesting. I stumbled upon a shop selling wallets made from recycled materials and bought one since I'd been looking for a new one.

It was time for yoga and upon walking into class, I realized I booked a class in Spanish… whoops. The month practicing yoga in French prepared me for this; I knew 0% of the French language and at least I understood some Spanish. It was the same teacher as the day before and the strange thing is that I enjoyed the Spanish version of class more than the English version. Fresh off teaching training, it was hard not to judge my English experience but since I didn't fully understand the Spanish version, I could just flow without worrying about what she said.

Post class, I met a fellow yogi, Celine, who was heading in the same direction as me. We struck up a convo and had instant chemistry. We ended up going to dinner together and two-hours passed quickly. Barcelona is an incredibly friendly city.

Since I fly to Croatia tomorrow, I head back to the hostel around midnight to catch some ZZZs.