I want to spend summer in France, making frequent day-trips to markets, reading books, watching black-and-white movies, and writing. I want to keep a garden, ride trains to Paris and Cannes and Marseilles, and take the Chunnel to England.
I want to spend autumn in Germany, hiking through the woods and taking pictures of the trees, visiting museums, studying language, drinking good wine and sitting by camp-fires with a scarf and mitts. I want to get lost in Neuschwanstein Castle and go mountain-hiking.
I want to spend winter in Sweden. I want to ski and eat good food, make snow angels and window-shop in Stockholm when it’s dark and the lights are on. I want to spend time whale-watching and Christmas-decorating and coffee-drinking.
I want to spend spring in Spain; When it isn’t unbearably hot, when the streets aren’t teeming with tourists and the ceiling fans are on. I want to spend every morning in an old coffee shop and every evening on the beach. I want to bake and watch soccer, party in Madrid and Barcelona, and take a bus to Portugal on weekends.
Published on June 13, 2013 02:28