People always look at me funny when I tell them my favorite weather is “twelve degrees and raining” but, hey! Turns out I’m not alone, and there’s a whole thing about “storm tourists”.
Honestly, I think it comes from growing up in an extremely dry inland climate. I can’t stand hot humidity, so tropical/beach style destinations are basically a nightmare,1 but living through decades of drought mean rain is endlessly novel. Sitting on a covered balcony watching a storm while drinking red wine is, like literally heaven for me, as is hanging out in a hot spa while it’s cold and drizzling. It’s also why my Tumblr is basically just endless photographs of places like Iceland and New Zealand and the American northwest.
Basically, give me green and wet and cool, and I’ll live happy.
- Also, being essentially blind without glasses makes the beach, particularly the Australian beach, a TERRIFYING DEATH TRAP DO NOT WANT. ↩