i love summertime in boston. ten months we have endured the cold, the snow, the rain, all for a few weeks of sweat, humidity, get-heatstroke-while-you're-walking-to-the-t, 90+ weather.
no but really, i do love summer. farmer's markets, festivals in harvard square, running through the fountain in the north end, patio drinking, cookouts, the beach.
and who could forget all the fun we have with tourists? southern accents that just drip with intelligence, crying babies (always my favorite), asians with their cameras (OMG! a blade of grass! we must take thirty pictures of it!!), people trying to get to cheers (thats not where they filmed it, stupid), and oh yes, maps. maps everywhere. so many maps, and yet no one can manage to read them. instead they wander about, bumping into people (me), and taking up the entire sidewalk.
oh sure, i miss california summers sometimes. laying out on capitola beach. margaritaville, pizza my heart. quiet. long drives down the coast.
but let's be serious.
how can any of that compare to the joy of walking through faneuil hall on a saturday in july?
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