Blast From The Past – Today I forgot My Phone

I was out on a hike again today. Seems like Friday is turning into the hike day… While we were out there in this beautiful forest which is a mix between a typical Australian forest and a typical European one, we talked about how fun it would be to take visitors from back home up there. In a way I figured that it might not be special to them. At least not as special as it is for us. Honestly, I think it’s fantastic to see all the kind of flowers we had back in Switzerland, the trees I grew up around while the normal flora here is so very different. But would it be so special to people who have it all the time back where they live? Maybe it would, given the combination of the gum and birch trees, the what seem to me so very typical European flowers and the one so common to Australia.

While out there I only use my phone to take pictures (as once again, I had left my camera at home…). It feels good to be “disconnected”. There were many things that made me think of a post I’ve written about a year ago. The fact that I feel unplugged while out there, which in itself is a great feeling but it was also the conversation about what guests would enjoy. It reminded me of being a tourist. It reminded me of what you go see when you travel and it reminded me of what Australian’s and many Americans in fact tell me about Switzerland and the places they visit(ed). Usually it’s always about the same places but more in my Blast From The Past.

Summer, beautiful summer. When you think of it you think of sunshine and warm weather, maybe heat, swimming and sunbathing. You think of summer holidays.

When I think back on how summer used to be in Switzerland I think of green fields, blue sky, green mountain tops. I think of sitting being outside all day, enjoying the sun, maybe go for a swim in a nearby lake or in the public swimming pool.

For me it was also the time of getting much earlier and taking the horses to their pasture, to then be able to go for a ride before it got too warm. It was the days we finally could take off our sweaters and put on shorts or skirts, we could go for bike rides or just for hikes and spend time outside until way after sunset, not only enjoying eating outside, having barbecues but also a refreshing drink.

But it was not only about sunshine and warm weather, playing and chilling. Summer was also the busiest time for me work wise. The time almost all of the events I worked for were taking place. The time I had to shift into higher gears.

Living in the mountains in summer also meant that heatwave a could be handled perfectly as it always cooled down during the night. It meant amazing and powerful electric storms and sometimes, just sometimes we also got snow in summer. Well… Needless to say that I definitely don’t miss that.

Times were different when I grew up. Not everything was available throughout the year. So when summer was finally hear it also meant eating strawberries, raspberries and all kinds of fruits and vegetables. It was the time for salads, the time to eat watermelons, sitting on the shore of the lake, wet hair and participating in the who spits the pits the furthest.

Summer was short where I grew up. For my liking way to short. It should have started earlier and lasted longer. But then it would have taken away from fall and that would have been a pity too.

This post is inspired by a comment Corinne from Wasted Days And Wasted Nights made a while ago. I already wrote about the differences in the other seasons like Winter in Switzerland or Australia or Spring in Switzerland or Australia. Thank you for the inspiration, Corinne. It’s also a way to show you all my world. So I hope you enjoy it…

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