Remember that family trip to the beach where you spent more time in traffic than in the water? Yeah, that’s the summer special. Popular spots turn into human sardine cans, and the quiet charm of a little town becomes a festival of noise and selfie sticks.
I once drove six hours to a “secluded” coastal village in August. The “village” was a line of honking cars, and the “seclusion” was a parking spot behind a dumpster. My friend Sarah calls this the migration effect—everyone has the same brilliant idea at the same time.
You end up paying more for a room that’s half the size of your living room. And the Wi-Fi? Let’s just say it’s slower than your uncle’s joke about the weather.
The Weather Game
Here’s a secret: summer heat isn’t always a blessing. It can be a sticky, sweaty monster that makes you wish for a snowstorm. I remember sitting on a “beautiful” Mediterranean beach at 3 PM, and the sand was so hot it could have fried an egg on my flip-flop.
The rain also has a cruel sense of humour in summer. You book a week of sunshine, and the clouds decide to hold a reunion. My dad always says, “Summer is like a lottery—you either win or you get soaked.”
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But it’s not just the weather or the crowds. It’s the pressure. We feel this weird obligation to have the best time ever, and when the reality doesn’t match the Instagram filter, we feel cheated.
