Have any plans for the summer? When I was growing up, our family of four would travel by car to a chosen destination every summer--i.e. from Texas to Massachusetts, Texas to Rhode Island, you name it. We used to own a gigantic white Chevrolet suburban, which would bulldoze its way through the crowded streets in unfamiliar territory. I remember how strange I thought it was to see cities where trucks and suburbans definitely were not normal. You would have guffawed if you saw my dad expertly squeezing the tank loaded with himself and three chatty girls (my mom included in that count) into itty bitty parking spots.
We haven't been on family road trips in a while where we drive for three days straight to get somewhere, but for the first time, my Filipino side of the family is all going to Europe for my cousin's wedding! I can't waaaaait!! I'm going to try my best not to look like the ridiculous tourist I know that I am with all my might. We had to cut some cities out of our plans because I just don't think we'll have time to thoroughly enjoy them with the time constraints within two and a half weeks, but here's what's on our list:
If you have recommendations about any of these places, PLEEEEASE let me know, okay? I will thank you profusely. Again and again.
On other news, gather 'round for today's art + story:
She rolled over on her back, her skin drinking in the UV rays that she had been told time and again by her fair-skinned friends would someday be the death of her. Remembering that thought, she turned over again like a hotcake in the oven, blindly swiping her hands under the lounge chair in search of the sunblock.
The cloudless day was quietly inching its way toward sunset. Excited at the thought of another brilliant show beginning in what she guessed would be six or seven minutes, she dragged her chair under the prickly palm trees in search of the prime viewing spot on the highest point of the hill.
At first shyly, the sun started dipping down into the horizon of calm waves. It gained confidence with its slow descent, however, and the burst of oranges, yellows, and pinks began to reflect on the water and dance on the trunks of the swaying trees.
With absolutely nothing on her usual crammed schedule for the remainder of these six glorious days, and completely unarmed with the habitual distraction—no iPad, no phone, no book—not even a magazine, she knew where she would be again tomorrow. Tonight was just for the two of them, the spectacular summer sunset and the awestruck girl.