I'd kick the season off in Palm Springs where I'd pretend to be a hipster, soak up all the mid century architecture, and work on my tan.
That tan I was working on last month was in preparation for July's beach vacay. Hawaii would do.
The entire month of August would be spent drinking tea and talking with a fancy accent. London just feels right.
What place would be better to spend your anniversary that Pari?! I'd take it.
By October I think I'd be ready to call it a wrap and head home to most likely still sunny California.
Oh, and all of my photos would look as ridiculously beautiful as Max Wangers. See more here.
Where are you dreaming of this summer? Or better yet, make me really jealous, and tell me where you are actually going.