I would go to a yoga farm (I just made that up but I hope one exists). We would get up before the sun and do a beautiful morning practice after that we would drink the house-made bone broth and have a huge veggie filled breakfast then we would put on the wellies for a 5 hour morning shift on the farm feeding animals, tending crops, gathering eggs. Lunch would be a delicious communal affair with all the food from the farm. A choice of a mid-day nap in a hammock, a swim in their pool or another yoga session. Wellies back on to do another 3 hours of farm work or hunt or help prep the evening meal with the red seal award winning paleo chef. Dinner of grass-fed bison, all the greens I could eat and lots of fresh organ meat surrounded by dirty, tired, happy people who had worked hard all day (this reminds me so so so much of my camp living treeplanting days). After dinner there would be a lovely restorative evening hatha or yin practice then everyone would tuck into bed before 10pm to do it all over again.
I might have just bummed myself out since I know this place doesn't exist in real life...but it's fun to imagine.