I’m usually never at a loss for words…but yes, my friends, I have succumbed to the inertia that is the essence of the word: summer.
What is summer like in a place where it feels like summer all year round? Even in Tropica there are subtle seasons. School’s out just like everywhere and life slows down even more. The weather is, if you can believe it, hotter and stickier. Meriland empties out like Paris in August, with everyone going to their beach houses on the Gulf.
Despite the extreme heat I adore Meriland in the summer. It’s the rainy season and the clouds are super puffy and just plain petulant. The sunsets are miraculous and traffic is minimal. Restaurants are like a private club. Shops are empty. The normally busy town is sleepy and lost. Not a soul is on the street during siesta. I love it.
Tropican summer is mostly about time, and being lost in it. Time stretches and feels like an invisibility cloak. Cool mornings drift into lost afternoons. The darkening of the sky, the afternoon rain. Then a glorious sunset and an evening that never ends. I read in bed under the whirling fan above, lost in a reverie.
This summer has been so intense, with the drama of the Euro Cup, followed by the Republican and Democratic conventions. I watched every minute of both of them and my head is filled with political rhetoric. Now, the controversial Rio Olympics are about to begin. And more campaign fervor until election day. Feverish times.
Summer in Tropica is the season of no rules. I alternate between indulging and eating sparsely. I become very social and then I retreat. I both love and curse the sweaty heat. I stay away from the crowded beaches and know that come September, when everyone’s back in school and work, I will have the floury sand and turquoise water to myself.
I wish you cool watermelon drinks and good long reads. Time to get lost.
P.S. That’s not my bedroom in the photo above…but I wish it was! It’s a room in a local hotel, Coqui Coqui. It epitomizes for me the luxe of life in Tropica.