I’ve started and stopped several blogs recently. Alas, I had to fully commit to my first summer intensive grad-class while hanging on by my fingernails at work, and hosting 4 lovely people since last writing. Now class is over, my grade is in, and I can breathe again.
It’s a beautiful night when all I have to do is sit on my fire escape and sip Gato Negro and think about the summer.
This is mostly what I’ve been up to:
Spending every free moment at the beach with visitors: Caroline and Mom, Emily, and Erik.
Exploring Uptown. Got to experience gypsy jazz at the Green Mill the Wednesday before the 4th of July. It was magical, though there wasn’t enough room to dance like Kazimierz.
Writing excessive marathon-letters to girlfriends from college on the train. Chicago is full of raw impressions.
Continuing to obliterate sad thoughts with Eastern European art, including my favorite Czech short story: The Sweet Weekend
And my favorite new band: If you need violin and accordion in your life
Speaking of the old country. . .
I found the most amazing Polish bar on West Belmont:
Emily and I had to beat off the Polish men with a stick. I was being called Zosia again and bought Lechs, Zywiec’s, Becherovka’s and a whole lot of other hangover-inducing drinks.
Additionally, I read at least an article per day about Pope Francis, and am ever-so-excited about his impact on the Church. He is a joy to read about. Finally someone confident enough to address the world. And he hangs with Adolfo. . . or “Nico” as Molly said the Australian Jesuits call him. It’s like my best friend just became Pope.
Finally, soon, now. . . I’ll be updating. Summer is bright.