I remember what the weather was like on the first day we explored Lisbon. It was the first city we came to where we didn’t have to wear coats, scarves, and mittens so we promptly donated them and were happy to wear three quarter sleeve shirts. It was so warm, I started to sweat in my arm pits and had to tie my hair up into a ballerina bun so my brunette locks wouldn’t get sticky and wet.
I was sick for a few days last week and debated whether or not to go into work. I stayed home but not without feeling a little bit of guilt that I should be doing work. Then I remembered reading this article about The Theology of Rest. And then I proceeded to take a two hour nap which was amazing! I can’t remember the last time I took a nap.
It’s so easy to spot a tourist in San Francisco. Especially in the summer months when it’s not really summer. Tourists are the ones who are wearing t-shirts and shorts and flip flops when it’s 50 or 60 degrees outside and the fog is everywhere and brings a light mist and rain. They also have really big cameras that hang around their necks. I can’t blame them for bringing the camera though because that’s what I do when I visit a new city. I’m snap-happy and take photos of everything.