Ahh, just the word summer conjures up senses filled with pure joy…
…hot rays of the sun dancing on my skin
…smelling that fresh, wet smell after summer thunderstorms
…slurping down $1.50 snocones from Pelican’s in every flavor
…feeling sweat trickling down my back as I walk to the mailbox, my car, or anywhere more than a 20-foot distance
…wearing shorts and tanktops and flip flops and pretty sundresses
…watching Durham Bulls baseball games with my best friends
…making salads, fruit cobblers, ice cold sweet tea
…sleeping with my window open at night and hearing the crickets and frogs and outdoorsy noises that I love
…resisting the urge to look cute, and putting my hair up in ponytails every day
…cooking on the grill with my dad
…going to the Farmer’s Market and buying farm fresh tomatoes, blackberries, basil, and wildflowers
…laying out in the sun, then jumping in the nearest body of water for a swim
…relaxing in my hammock reading a book, as I furiously swat away mosquitoes
Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to do any of those lovely summery things.
It’s currently the dead of winter here in Lima, and I’m missing summer like none other. Seeing pictures of my friends enjoying a summer down south or out west is killing me. At first, I didn’t mind so much… but then I saw even more pictures of friends kayaking and paddle boarding and riding bikes and hiking and surfing and reading books on the beach and having backyard barbecues and making homemade ice cream… and all that really got to me. Oh, and hearing people complain, “I can’t believe July is almost over- where is summer going?!” makes me roll my eyes because I’m all, “thank goodness July is almost over- I’m ready for spring and summer in Lima!”
I hate to admit it, but I’m jealous. I’m jealous of people getting to enjoy my all-time favorite season while I’m trying to survive winter in a foreign country.
It’s cold and damp with 88% humidity, and it makes me feel miserable. I keep hoping to see the sun, or to not shiver when I first step outside, but folks say that won’t come for a few more months. The only things keeping me optimistic are memories of summers past, and the exciting future of spending the summer in Peru with my husband! See, I am optimistic and happy and not entirely grumpy!
What are your favorite things about summer?