Summer Vacation, Day 4:
I'm in heaven. Or at least, this is what heaven would be like if its air conditioning broke. A tad humid, but still so amazing I can't help but pinch myself every so often. I've been spending my time wisely; eating, reading, and sleeping to my heart's content.
I'm interning with an environmental non-profit 4 days a week, and I get to spend most of that time outside in the seemingly never ending sunshine of Washington DC. Seriously. We could use the rain, and the weatherman's predictions are getting somewhat hysterical
(showers at 9 AM, clear skies at noon, anticipating thunderstorms starting 5 pm, etc.) But so far, this has been a really great time for relaxation.
I'd like to start by recommending a book which has literally held me hostage on my back porch most of the weekend. I'm sure you've all heard of it, it's Elizabeth Gilbert's infamous "Eat Pray Love." Gilbert’s witty narration takes you through a year in the
life of a self proclaimed divorcee without borders. She travels to Italy, India, and finally, Indonesia in search of entertainment, enlightenment, and mounds of gelato. I can't help but be drawn in, like she's some close friend telling me all about a crazy
dream she had last night. The chapters about Italy were especially enjoyed. I even bought a tub of chocolate gelato to munch on as I read. Literally, food for thought. Just have to be careful about brain freezes.
Aside from the daily dessert binge, I’ve been eating really well the past few days. People kept asking me what I was saving my birthday money for. Well, now my secret is out. With friends and family working or out of town, I’ve picked
up where I left off at the end of spring break seeking out the crème de la crème in local dining. Apparently, there’s a Sunday morning farmer’s market right in my neighborhood that I’ve been completely missing out on all these years. This morning, after peeling
myself away from my book and coffee, I had the opportunity to eat freshly baked bread (still warm, either from the sun or oven, but who really cares) spread with delicious homemade apple butter. The little old lady who sold it to me was wearing a name tag
that said “Lovely.” I’d never met this woman in my life but I felt like if I didn’t get out of there she was going to knit me something and ask how my mother was. Thanking Lovely for a lovely (har har) breakfast, I faded back into the crowd and sampled fresh
produce left and right.
Truly, it doesn’t get much better than this. My mom caught me laughing to myself the other day, and when she asked me what was so funny, I didn’t have an answer. I was just… Happy. I can already tell it’s going to be a terrific summer.