By now it’s not a secret for any of the two or three kind regular visitor of these pages that I don’t like summer.
Since I cannot waste my energy(already severely tried by the usually appreciated ( by others) features of summer, as heat, burning sun, holidays, tourists...) keeping on complaining uselessly and unpleasantly, I have decided to sign a kind of armistice with Summer, since it will go away in a little more than a month and I’ll be always here.
So I’m trying to see also some not completely unpleasant sides of the heavy season and, nearly as if it had understood, today summer had offered me a wonderful day, which looked like spring.
This fortunate circumstance allowed me to enjoy the paradox of a typical holiday activity, kept within 100 metres from my home.
An excellent real pizza and a beer in an easy going and cosy little restaurant, as if we were in some typical Italian holiday resort, then a lazy time spent on a bench under a tree, with a huge dose of homemade Italian ice cream, and the blue surface of a vibrant lake to reflect the eyes into (well it was just a lake, but it looked like a little sea today).
Then just two minutes to walk back home and to have the freedom to find once again the shelter of my voluntary aestival hibernation.
All that without the boredom to pack up baggage, organizing trip, spending hours in airports or driving over crowded motorways.
I’m lucky, I know.
Ah, the pizzaiolo was from Kosovo, but he had nothing to envy to Neapolitan masters, believe me I know what I’m talking about.