the rain is back, coming down harder than ever. It sounds like a million horses running over the roof. (So much for a romantic simile.) We get it: spring = nonstop rain… Can we move onto summer now? I’ll never be one of those romantic types that loves the rain — it just makes me kind of moody and stir-crazy.
I’m in the coffee shop tonight, tapping on my laptop in between mixing up white chocolate mochas for the few brave souls who’ve ventured out in the downpour. Being a barista used to be sort of glamorous and fun, but these days I long to have a job that’s more meaningful and engaging than this. I don’t think I’ll miss the service industry one bit.
Right now, I’d rather be…
…in Santorini, walking down shadowy blue alleyways between whitewashed villas.
…riding a camel in Tunisia. (photo by Christopher Groenhout/Lonely Planet Images)
…skiing in Courchevel. (Christophe Margot for The New York Times)
Anywhere but here, really.