This was a markedly different summer, though. No music festivals (sacrilege, I know...), no international visitors, no major hiatuses from work (also sacrilege in Europe...). The sun shone, the walking pace slowed, aperos were drunk and after just a few blinks the summer was gone- all in the traditional fashion- but nonetheless, this summer was exceptional.
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|Cafe du Mundial|
Football, of course, kicked off the summer season. The World Cup line up created a monotonous June and July: wake up, work, workout, watch football, repeat. No negative undertones there- in my book, those are beautiful days, even more so when World Cup fever spreads and the city comes alive with patriotism and venerable respect for the game that unites the masses. Special cafes (in an old Chaquita Banana Factory, no less!) opened for the tournament, and any cafe, pub or restaurant hoping for business installed projectors.
So June and July slipped through my fingers and next thing I knew, I was to celebrate a birthday and leave for a short Grecian escape (before another exursion to "summer school", AKA math camp).
|Oostende, on the Belgian seaside|
|Biking back from Beersel|
|Ruins of an ancient city in Pella, Northern Greece|
|Seaside in Thessaloniki, Greece|
|Cliff top monasteries in Meteora, Central Greece|
|Whiskey club in Meteora|
|Kassandrino, Halkidiki, Greece|
|Trying to lure a vegetarian into trying the local roasted lamb...|
|Commemorating WWI's commencement at Tower of London|
|Sneaky midday Spritz behind Boroughs Market|
|Entering Philip's tomb, Vergina, Greece|
|Sunrise in Halkidiki, Greece|
|Seaside eats = whole fish plucked out of an ice chest|
|Post-Monsoon in Covent Garden, London|
My non-EU citizen status is largely the bane of my European existence (time spent at city hall this year to date: 67.35 hours), but perhaps the silver lining is the unabashed and overwhelming admiration for the beauty, obvious or mundane, in the collective experience here. Certainly not lost on these Ameripean eyes.