As the days grow shorter and the nights grow colder I'm reminded that dry spells, blue skies & pink hued sunsets are soon to become distant memories. Summer is respectfully bowing down to welcome rain-bearing cold fronts of forthcoming Autumn. Summer has never failed to impress me with it's joie de vivre and its willingness to bear fruit.
This Summer I traveled across the South Pacific, snuck into a concert of two thousand raging latinos under the stars, hiked up a mountain at the base of the Andes in chuck taylors (which I highly discourage if you want to not break your ankles), kissed and hugged street children to see hopeful smiles, laughed the night away on a patio in the city of good air, consumed a gagillion litres of ice cream, drank a gagillion litres of beer, got a tattoo with the most beautiful friend, got my septum pierced (then regretted it), bought a skateboard (?), grew my hair, spend my days sitting on a balcony sipping on cocktails, went through 30 disposal cameras, had three jobs and quit two, cooked dinner for friends and terrorised Sydney's beaches with 'lettuce knee' and 'pineapple bum'
This Summer I traveled across the South Pacific, snuck into a concert of two thousand raging latinos under the stars, hiked up a mountain at the base of the Andes in chuck taylors (which I highly discourage if you want to not break your ankles), kissed and hugged street children to see hopeful smiles, laughed the night away on a patio in the city of good air, consumed a gagillion litres of ice cream, drank a gagillion litres of beer, got a tattoo with the most beautiful friend, got my septum pierced (then regretted it), bought a skateboard (?), grew my hair, spend my days sitting on a balcony sipping on cocktails, went through 30 disposal cameras, had three jobs and quit two, cooked dinner for friends and terrorised Sydney's beaches with 'lettuce knee' and 'pineapple bum'
