Last night I opened my bottle of hard apple cider from Neil Collins’ cidery. I had been eyeing the bottle every time I looked in my fridge, trying to decide the perfect time to open it and let’s its crisp, cool contents fill my glass and my belly. I have had a long week with starting my internship and commuting. I felt useless as I sat around in my tattered leggings and torn t-shirt, not doing much of anything (so watching netflix). It was 100 degrees here in the valley yesterday, but felt hotter. I decided I needed a drink and thought I might open a bottle of wine, but realized I only had a few bottles that were ready to be opened now, and they were a couple of Zinfandels. Zin seemed to much, but lo and behold (!) I spotted the little bottle of cider sitting pretty in the corner of the fridge door, just begging to be consumed. I popped it open and reveled at the lovely and crisp apple notes. I felt refreshed again.
As I sat sipping my cider I did a scan over my Instagram and saw that one of my friends, the incredible iam_wander_woman, is in a beautiful French alpine city called Annecy. The gorgeous city, full of canal-side, pastel-colored buildings and cobblestone roads looked incredible. The Lac (lake) looked stunning with turquoise blue waters. I felt a pang of envy. It has been so long since I’ve gone anywhere. But I had to remind myself, that we will be going to England and Scotland in early August for a friend’s wedding. Seeing her pictures made me ready to hop on that plane right now. There is nothing better than an English summer. I miss walking the meadows and going to pub for a Pims Cup or a glass of Rosé. It hardly ever gets above the mid 80’s there, even at summers peak. I felt blue. I love California, but I am not ready for the onslaught of triple digit days ahead. I’m ready to take a break from this place. Until then I will just have to dream of cold ciders on a balmy pub patio, and try not to melt here.