It's been hot, we will all admit.
This is when the City really shines! I love summer in Chicago. The festivals, the lake, the clinging heat.
Yes, I LOVE the clinging heat.
Somewhere in my Irish, French, Native American, English, German (insert other northern European Country here)blood - lives the unquenchable fire of Italian Gypsies. Yep. I know its there. Well... we think we know. But none the less.
I fell in love with Humidity in Italy and summer in Chicago is nothing short of that promise of swealter.
Besides. Things I can do with the girls - splash parks, third floor pool parties, lake visits. Its the best.
I love summer in Chicago, when the beach beckons and I can pretend I am at "the Shore" when startling greenery pops out and laughter comes easy...
A blessing in muggy green and heat.... Yes. Yes!!!
Okay, but lets be real here. I cannot use my oven. This is really what the urban experience of summer has to be. I cannot make a chicken nugget without heating my entire third floor apartment for hours. What I would give for central air - or a window without bars in there. The bounty of the summer thrown on the grill children begging for lasagna of all things... Oh the Urbanity!!!
Thank God(dess) for watermelon.
