|sent from: London, UK. destination: Hollywood, California, USA|
Its a cliche, but we’ve been denied anything that resembles summer in the UK this year (“there’s always August”, people say, with tight lips and fingers crossed), and in truth I haven’t minded it (mostly), heat makes me sluggish. But the moment we touched down in Spain, or rather when we woke up the next morning, to an even blue sky, warm sunlight and a warm breeze, it was like seeing an old friend you knew you were missing, but didn’t know just how much until you see them again. Between the mountains and the ants, the languid air, the smell of dust and bread, exists just one thing… summer.