Posted by Wafa K. | Posted on June 23, 2011
Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
When I told my friend Abir that I disliked summer, he was in complete disbelief. Of course, being from LA, how could he even begin to comprehend somebody who appreciates the knife-in-your-face cold of January and the sweaters of November and February more than the glistening heat of July. Well, meet me. It is too warm and sticky and humid and I am not a fan. I am a fan of the fresh fruit and vegetables, the fact that I can eat half a watermelon in my backyard while swatting fireflies and I am a fan of grilling and BBQs – but besides that, summer holds very little interest for me. If I was in Algeria and on the coast of the Mediterranean, I’d have a very different opinion but from my very humid patio in Northern Virginia I can say with confidence, no thanks.
The butterflies at the enclave in the National Museum of Natural History agree with my fresh fruits point.
Some of my favorite things to do during Summer despite my not being entirely in love with it include:
Shenandoah National Park. The views alone are worth it.
The view from a stop on Skyline Drive.
Harper’s Ferry. I know it is historical significant but to add to that, it is gorgeous to boot.
Such a good day trip location.
Screen on the Green. Watching classic films with the Capital as the backdrop is not a bad way to spend a night.
Not a bad spot.
Yearly trips up to the Northeast, I’d like to personally thank the states of Maine and Massachusetts for their amazing seafood and coastline and whale watching.
When I'm old and retired, I want to spend my summers in Maine.
I should write songs and poetry about how much I love lobster.
Ice cream and walks in Old Town Alexandria – this is one of my favorites because my dad always tells us stories about his adventures with his older brother, his time in the army, his grandfather’s farm, etc. I don’t have pictures cause I’m usually engrossed in the story or eating my ice cream or the parrots that they bring to entertain the tourists or the guy who plays classical music on a glass harmonica.
My mom has always called me a complainer, so maybe I don’t hate summer as much as I claim to – I have all these amazing memories and things to do during this three month period. So I guess I’ll enjoy it while I miss snow and scarves.
All the best!