Back in Sweden again after yet another inspiring visit to the French Riviera. There’s always that slight recalibration when I return – different light, different pace.

Spring is just about to happen here in Malmö. I can feel it more than I can see it. The air has shifted. The light lingers a little longer. Everything is on the verge of opening up again. A few months of respite from the cold, dark and dreary.

After days in Marseille and Cannes, averaging around 20,000 steps, I returned to routine this morning. Spending a little over an hour at the gym felt good. A totally different kind of movement – more deliberate, more structured.

On the way there, this view. Turning Torso rising out of the still water like something both engineered and organic at the same time. Santiago Calatrava’s iconic gesture – a controlled twist, a spine in motion – reflected almost perfectly in the canal below, with puffy clouds as a backdrop.

As much as I enjoy France, and I really do, the culinary side of it comes with consequences. It’s hard for me to say no. Long lunches, late dinners, bread that actually tastes like something.

I give in, repeatedly, and willingly. And while there are gyms and fitness centers, they tend to be either scarce, tucked away, or overpriced. Walking helps, but it’s not quite the same.

So now, back home, the shift becomes clearer. As much as I appreciate the benefits of going to a gym, I’m beginning to like the idea of not depending on one even more. I need to get back to practicing yoga.