Hot or Not?
Today in Puerto Escondido it is a little cooler than the usual 28 degrees Celsius. The temperature has plummeted to a mere 26 degrees.
But between the jungly humidity, the blazing el Sol and my hot surges, I wouldn’t say that I’ve really noticed a difference. I am still a sweaty thing. I look at the shoes and socks I wore down here from Vancouver and the thought of strapping those things on my puffy toes makes me think of torture.
My hair remains plastered to my forehead, my shirt stuck to my back and my fingers ready to split like little sausages on a barbecue. The wedding ring has been soaped off and left in the suitcase. It was either that or amputate…
I watch some of the local mothers with their babies wrapped in layers of blankets. Those kids will grow up thinking the breeze off this Pacific is cool. They will be so confused if they ever head north to Canada and experience the chill of a real wintery Pacific breeze.
In only a few days we will be leaving Puerto Escondido and flying to the Baja for our stay in Todos Santos. Apparently it is hovering around 20 degrees. Sounds almost chilly. But who’s to say?
Because although I like to think that I have a pretty good imagination, what I seem incapable of doing is imagining any weather other than whatever I’m currently experiencing. Even though I was just here in November, and should have known better, I still brought along a long sleeved T-shirt and a light cotton jacket.
Loco. Truly loco.
The thought of trying to stick either of those items on my body makes me want to weep.
There is, of course, only one solution:
We’re heading to the nearby chaise lounges on Manzanillo Beach. I will be drinking agua de papaya. Kevin will be drinking cervezas. In between we will bob in the surf.
Later we’ll come back to Michele’s condo and prepare to pay homage to the sunset with our offerings of margaritas, chips, salsa and guacamole. The breeze will increase, the palms will clatter, the rooster (that oh-so-confused rooster) will crow and the sun will sizzle into the sea.
We will raise our glasses and smile. We will have made it through another day.
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Too funny! The way people experience temperature is so relative…Javier’s mother grabs a sweater and complains it’s “frescita” when the temp dips to 32C from the usual 40C in Zacapa. I hope you find a fresh breeze when and where you can!
Hey Michele, we just came from the Split Coconut where I was enjoying the breeze off the water with nary a goosebump in sight. The Mexican guy at the table next to us wrapped himself in a towel because of the chill! Crazy.