The Editors' Ten

best moments of our respective summers



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1. Falling asleep on the beach to waves crashing and the sun on my skin. It was worth the sunburn.
—Melanie Jones, managing features editor

2. When Bwog reported that Emma Watson was coming to Columbia. Can you guess what the worst moment of my summer was?
—Zach Dyer, interview editor

3. Eating my first authentic burrito after a long Mexican-foodless year in New York. Every burrito I ate after that is tied for my second-favorite
moment.
—Devin Briski, food & drink editor

4. Seeing Woody Allen and Soon-Yi walking on the Upper East Side. Though I contemplated an “I’m not worthy” session, I opted instead for a subtle smile of recognition.
—Rebecca Pattiz, music editor

5. Hitchhiking from a yoga ashram in the south of France to Paris ... with a Portuguese yogi I had just met. By some stroke of luck, we were picked up by a delightfully cheerful, wise old French woman who introduced us to her gregarious family and invited me to stay at her house the next time I visit France. The experience boosted my confidence in my French skills and in the kindness of strangers.
—Kristina Budelis, photo editor

6. Discovering Brighton Beach. Between the street signs in Russian and the genuine Russian food on the boardwalk, it was like taking a day trip to a beach in Russia.
—Sophie Meislin, View From Here editor

7. Indulging in a $150 complimentary breakfast at Norma’s for “Inside New York.” Who knew the most important meal of the day could also be the most decadent?
—Yin Yin Lu, books editor

8. Volunteering for SummerStage in Central Park. My favorite shows were Paul van Dyk and Explosions in the Sky (the torrential rain was a nice touch!).
—Helen Werbe, style editor

9. Yankees-Tigers. Warm July evening. Fourth-row tickets behind first base... for free. America’s greatest pastime at its best.
—Peter Labuza, film editor

10. Seeing Prince Harry play polo on Governor’s Island. World-famous polo star Nacho Figueras was also there, and he was truly a master of the pitch. Or whatever they call the field in polo.
—Raphael Pope-Sussman, deputy editor, features

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