I spent most of the summer working in Wisconsin with Totus Tuus. When I wasn't teaching a class full of kids or organizing lessons and crafts or praying with my team, I was able to do as the Wisconsinians do...at least a little bit. The peonies bloomed for the first half of the summer and then the daisies came out. We climbed to the top of the world's largest M. We waded in a creek and I balanced my camera on top of algae-covered rocks for the sake of long-exposure shots. And we hiked around Devil's Lake and I nearly had an asthma attack on the way up the bluff on the way back.
Not pictured here but nonetheless documented with my iPhone: my first experience with authentic cheese curds. My first experience standing in a wheat field. Me covered in shaving cream. Me dancing on top of the bluff that almost gave me an asthma attack. Me freaking out over lightning bugs. Me exclaiming over mid-July temperatures that were cooler than the temperature on Christmas at home. And a lot more. (Not all of this was photographed, but a lot of it was and it's over on my informal blog.)
I think I might move to Wisconsin.