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| Chulazo londinense random disfrutando de un picnic con su perro |
Yo mantuve mi fe intacta. Tras un par de tímidas subidas de temperatura durante las cuales nos tirábamos literalmente a la calle, a mediados de julio empece a pensar que quizá el inglés tenia razón y el verano no iba a llegar nunca. Pues señores, el verano en Londres tarda en llegar, pero llega. No sabemos lo que durará, pero de momento llevamos dos semanas con los dedos de los pies al aire.
El verano londinense es incierto, turbulento y sospecho breve. En cuanto suben las temperaturas el metro se convierte en un horno, y si tienes como yo la suerte de coger a menudo uno de los "Boris buses" de ultima generación ya habrás notado que ademas de no tener aire acondicionado las ventanillas no se abren. En fin, yo no se si será porque ya tengo al Letrado aquí conmigo, pero le veo también sus cosas buenas:
1. Esa agradable sensación de ponerte la "rebequita" cuando refresca.
2. Las temperaturas rara vez superan los 30º. Aquí no te fríes ni queriendo.
3. Lo bien que se duerme tapadito.
4. Los mosquitos no pican. O al menos a mi, y eso que vivo justo frente al rio.
5. Los picnics, y esa naturalidad británica para hacerlos en cualquier sitio.
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I have been dreaming about the summer since May. I used to get up excited every morning and check if the clouds were gone. One of my favorite sentences during spring has been "When summer comes I am going to ... (fill the blank with your favorite summer activity)". The Brit heard it once, he looked at me as he was about to tell me Santa Claus doesn't exist. Then he said "Well, don't expect too much".
I kept the faith anyway. Temperatures were raising timidly, but by the middle of July I started thinking that maybe The Brit was right and summer was never going to happen. Turns out he wasn't. Summer takes its time, but it arrives. We don't know for how long will be here, but for the time being we have been wearing flip flops for two weeks.
Summer in London is uncertain, unsettled and I presume brief. As soon as the temperature raise, riding the tube is like a "sauna trip" and if you are lucky enough to take often one of the last generation
"Boris Buses" surely you have noticed you can't open the windows there, among not having air conditioning. Well, I don't know if it is because The Attorney is already here with me, but I can see the bright side of all this:
1. That nice feeling a light cardigan on.
2. Temperatures rarely go beyond 30º.
3. How nice is having a blanket in bed.
4. Zero mosquito bites. And I live by the river!
5. Picnics. And the British spontaneity when it comes to them.
