Truth be told I was a little bummed I missed some supposedly hot days in London this summer while I was in Chicago.
Another truth: I have complained relentlessly about the rain and fall-like {aka autumn to the Brits, "fall" does not have a place in their proper vocabulary} weather since we've returned.
And finally, the last truth: after experiencing an American-worthy, hot summer day this past weekend, I will NEVER complain about the mild weather here again. In fact, I will NEVER wish for a summer day here ever.
Why? Simply put, England is not equipped for 80-90 degree days. There is no air conditioning anywhere. So on Saturday, I was uncomfortable, sticky, and sweaty all day. All. Day. Long. Without anywhere to go for relief. Buses, trains, stores, our apartment, no ac. Anywhere. Just ask Ross how lovely I was all day.
And do you want to know the strangest part to me? Many, many Europeans were dressed in sweaters, long pants, and tights {some women even wearing tights UNDER their pants}. Ross will tell you how infuriated I am that Europeans don't sweat or even appear to be hot. As a girl with a major sweating problem, I just don't understand.
In any case, we spent the hot, summer day, as any Brit would: outside, complaining about the heat. Seriously. The only respite we got from the heat was on Primrose Hill where there was a cool breeze and great views of the city. Have a see for yourself {sorry in advance for the upper lip sweat you may see}....
Another truth: I have complained relentlessly about the rain and fall-like {aka autumn to the Brits, "fall" does not have a place in their proper vocabulary} weather since we've returned.
And finally, the last truth: after experiencing an American-worthy, hot summer day this past weekend, I will NEVER complain about the mild weather here again. In fact, I will NEVER wish for a summer day here ever.
Why? Simply put, England is not equipped for 80-90 degree days. There is no air conditioning anywhere. So on Saturday, I was uncomfortable, sticky, and sweaty all day. All. Day. Long. Without anywhere to go for relief. Buses, trains, stores, our apartment, no ac. Anywhere. Just ask Ross how lovely I was all day.
And do you want to know the strangest part to me? Many, many Europeans were dressed in sweaters, long pants, and tights {some women even wearing tights UNDER their pants}. Ross will tell you how infuriated I am that Europeans don't sweat or even appear to be hot. As a girl with a major sweating problem, I just don't understand.
In any case, we spent the hot, summer day, as any Brit would: outside, complaining about the heat. Seriously. The only respite we got from the heat was on Primrose Hill where there was a cool breeze and great views of the city. Have a see for yourself {sorry in advance for the upper lip sweat you may see}....
Marble Arch and its observatory wheel.
Our picnic, courtesy of the Pimlico Farmer's Market.
Primrose Hill!
Beautiful view from the top!
Even this poor little pup was hot!
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