~ june ~

As I sit here, cowering in my air-conditioned office, looking out at the 104˚ heat, afraid to step out as my skin combusts instantaneously upon contact with the sunlight causing me to smell like fried bacon, I dream of summer days spent with my family in our lovely summerhouse in Rørvig. My parents did a VERY smart thing building that summerhouse... as we moved house and country every year or two, it was an anchor... a safe haven of holiday bliss for my brother and I and without it I fear my danish roots would have lost their grip. Here is your latest installment for the idioms calendar... and as we try to buy a house, i will be taking this idioms advice and try to not get to carried away, as is always my way....