wouldn’t you like to be here right now? it’s steadily climbing to 100 degrees and humid here in new york, and while i’m happily cocooned in an air conditioned office whose decor is straight out of the eighties, i’d much rather be here, sitting on this little hot pink folding chair, eating a plate of grape leaves with a tall glass of white wine, oversized sunnies perched atop my nose. 

greece is on my list of places to visit – something about water that blue calls my name – but in this weather, i’d take any beach over the stifling concrete jungle.