Every summer I hear the same story: "I'd finally found my rhythm, and then the holidays came and I let it all go." I understand completely, I've lived it myself, before I even became a teacher. But I've learned something from it: practice doesn't need perfect conditions to continue. It just needs a little flexibility.
A few minutes of conscious presence, a single posture, or simply your breath. None of these are "less than" a full class. Practice isn't measured in minutes. It's measured in the intention you bring to it.
You don't need your familiar mat or your familiar room. A hotel balcony, a shady corner, even your bed before you fall asleep, all of these can become your space, as long as you hold the intention to give yourself a little time.
Summer changes our rhythm, and it's okay for our practice to change along with it. Some days you'll want movement, others just rest. Listen to what your body needs in that moment, not to a schedule you made back in winter.
And perhaps most importantly: practice doesn't stop when you roll up the mat. A deep breath before you step into the sea, your attention on the light of a sunset, a quiet moment before sleep, all of this is yoga, even if it doesn't look like a "class."
When you come back, don't carry guilt for what you didn't get to do. Your practice will be waiting for you, as it always is, and you might find you've returned with something more: a calmer relationship with yourself.