There are a few things I love more than a halcyon blue sky; the kind that leave your skin bronze with a slight trace of gold – summer is good for those.
Despite living in the tropics where essentially every day is imbued with the scorching heat, the sun in the West is moderately different. My summer vacation began in the middle of July when the entire world was on an amicably tranquil hiatus until further notice. Being in a family of nine, the conventional expectation would be to visit somewhere in close proximity for a week or so. Fun fact: we are everything but a usual family of nine.
We embarked on a mere sixteen city tour across Europe lasting an entire month, visiting obscure places like Bulgaria and Romania, to popular destinations such as Barcelona and London. It was unequivocally memorable – an idyllic retreat from home, school, and routine.
From time to time, I found myself not even aware of what day it was, like the best of us usually do when we are on holiday. As the great philosopher Ibn Battuta once said, “Traveling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.” This is something I finally grasped during my getaway.
When in a foreign country, you have the liberty to immerse yourself in other cultures. The pure abyss of wonder embraces me with excitement. I must ultimately succumb to the pure enticement of bewilderment. At times, you periodically find yourself in complete awe at the allurement of your surroundings; whether you’re faced with the seas of the French Riviera or the New York Skyline.
I was fortunate enough to have various moments like these throughout my vacation.
Now that weeks have passed since it all came to an end, my feelings are extremely reminiscent. I shall hold on to these precious joys that have clutched me for the past month; summer is a quintessential time for serene getaways, new beginnings, and fresh starts.
Adieu summer ’15, till we meet again!
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