I’ve heard summers here compared to harsh winters in very cold countries since people try to not venture out much. And now that Ramadan has started, it does feel a bit like Christmastime because the streets and stores are very quiet during the day. In the spirit of being snowed in, I’ve tried to create an atmosphere in the house that will trick us into thinking it’s cold by doing things like cranking the A/C, listening to Billie Holiday (one of my favorite cold-weather artists), and making hot chocolate and marshmallows for the boys, but um … it still feels like one hot summer. Sigh.
Since there’s no denying the reality of what’s outside my door (yesterday was 115 F (46C), I might as well lapse into nostalgia. I managed to write about our visits to Italy and Texas last summer, but never got around to England and Spain. Last year we were lucky enough to make the rounds and see everyone from both sides of the family. After visiting my wonderful sis and her family in Italy, we ventured off to fun in the sun in Spain, spending time with my husband’s family. Last stop before heading home to Texas was the English countryside for a family get together, celebrating Abuelo’s 60th birthday. Oh, how we relished every last minute of the dreary, misty, chilly, cloudy, rainy weather. Here are a few pics from those trips. ps – I promise I won’t complain about the weather anymore after this post. 🙂