Some would argue that there is, but it's different. Oh, it's gorgeous (soft sand, warm turquoise water, deep blue sky with big white puffy clouds, palm trees blowing in the breeze, the scent of plumeria in the air, and my personal favorite = the gecko's mating calls). Yes, it's gorgeous, but it isn't summer. Not really. I'm a mainlander at heart.
This summer involved a very large pot of sangria...
And a family trip to Yosemite...
And darn good strawberry cupcakes...
I finally got to see Ani DiFranco live. (I only cried through three songs!)
We got scolded by a topless hippie for swimming at our favorite hole.
The resulting tart was very exciting.
This water was really freaking cold.
And this water was a little creepy.
All that said, I'm not gonna pretend that I don't miss the geckos.