Associations I have with summer include:
+ Smell of sun on heather and herbes de Provence
+ A place of origin near Roman stones
+ Smell of chlorinated water and sun on concrete
+ Pennants fluttering from straw roofs
+ Alpine lakes
+ Redwood needles
+ Oceans of jaunty waves
+ Spires of northern cities
+ The Arctic curving to the sun
+ Cobblestones and sand
+ A fable of fountains.
Axé.
I have experienced all of these except the second to last. Or maybe yes, that, too, in an airplane.
Mexico fits you so well, and Southern France, and Spain.
Those are the places, for sure!
I just got to Oaxaca. It is so colorful, I wonder whether I have been a victim of the White Rabbit.