Hey there, y’all! Let’s yak about somethin’ nice, somethin’ warm. Let’s gab about that summer e amor sol de janeiro, you know, that January sun and love. It’s cold as a well digger’s butt out here right now, so dreamin’ of sunshine feels mighty fine.
January, yeah, that’s when them fancy folks go gallivantin’ off to warm places. Me? I ain’t never been further than the county line, but I seen them pictures in the magazines at the grocery store. Beaches, they call ’em. Sand so white it hurts your eyes, and water bluer than a jaybird’s wing. They say it’s hot there in January, hotter than a pepper sprout in July.
Now, if I was a young’un with a pocketful of cash, I reckon I’d go find me some of that summer e amor sol de janeiro. They say Thailand’s the place to be. Beaches prettier than a painted pitcher, they say. Warm enough to make you sweat like a hog in a smokehouse. And the food? Spicy enough to curl your toes! I ain’t much for that fancy foreign food, mind you. Give me a good ol’ pot of beans and a hunk of cornbread any day. But them beaches, now them beaches sound temptin’.
But you don’t gotta go all the way to Thailand to find some sunshine, I reckon. There’s places closer to home, places where you can feel that summer e amor sol de janeiro without breakin’ the bank. They say even a short plane ride can get you somewhere warm enough to swim in a pool. A pool! Can you imagine? Me, floatin’ around in a pool like a fat ol’ catfish. That’d be somethin’, wouldn’t it?
And the clothes! Them magazines show them gals wearin’ the prettiest little dresses, light and flowy like a summer breeze. Summer vibes, they call it. Makes me think of dancin’ barefoot in the grass, with the fireflies twinklin’ and the crickets chirpin’. Of course, I ain’t danced barefoot in the grass since I was a girl, and my dancin’ days are long gone. But a body can still dream, can’t she?
- Sunshine
- Swimming pools
- Warm beaches
That’s what them city folks are lookin’ for in January, I reckon. They wanna escape the cold, wanna feel that summer e amor sol de janeiro on their skin. And who can blame ’em? Winter’s a long, hard haul, and a little bit of sunshine can do a body good. It can warm you up from the inside out, make you feel young again, even if just for a little while.
They talk about “destinations,” places to go. Seventeen best places, they say. I don’t know nothin’ about seventeen places. To me, a destination is the porch swing with a glass of iced tea. But if I was gonna pick a destination, a place to find that summer e amor sol de janeiro, I reckon it’d be somewhere with palm trees. Them magazines always show them palm trees, swayin’ in the breeze, lookin’ all peaceful and serene. I’d sit under them palm trees, sippin’ on somethin’ cool, and watch the world go by.
Summer vacation, they call it. Ice cream and splashin’ in pools. Sounds like heaven to me. ‘Course, my summers were mostly spent workin’ in the garden and puttin’ up preserves, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t no joy. There was always joy in seein’ them vegetables growin’ strong and healthy, in knowin’ you was puttin’ food on the table for your family. And there was joy in sittin’ on the porch in the evenin’, watchin’ the sunset and listenin’ to the frogs sing.
So, whether you’re gallivantin’ off to some fancy beach or just sittin’ on your porch dreamin’ of sunshine, I hope you find your own little piece of summer e amor sol de janeiro this year. And remember, you don’t need a lot of money or a fancy plane ticket to find happiness. Sometimes, the best things in life are right there in front of you, waitin’ to be discovered. Like a warm cup of coffee on a cold mornin’, or a good laugh with a friend. That’s the real summer vibes, ain’t it? The joy in the small things.
And remember, no matter where you are, the sun will always come back around, just like that sol de janeiro, bringin’ warmth and joy with it.
