Life has a funny way of giving you exactly what you ask for. I spent the majority of my hot, Texan summer complaining about the AC and how much a loathe being cold. "I love the warmth," I'd recite all day long as I dreamed wistfully of my days in Colombia- that burning sun that no one else could seem to muster. I'd look back to my time in Hawai'i and remember how so few places had AC- how it all seemed to work out fine.
::smile:: Now I live in Mexico. It's not that I really mind the warmth, it's just that I miss that feeling of being super-clean. It doesn't matter what time of day I take my cold shower, that "so fresh and so clean, clean" feeling only lasts so long when you're sweating all the day through. Much like in HI, sleeping only requires a single sheet to cover up- and not for any sort of warmth-factor, but only to put a barrier between you and the mosquitoes. (I wouldn't dream of catching any Zzzz's without having the windows open.)
It has at least given me an appreciation of air conditioning. I do prefer to live in the cool breeze of an open door or window, but every time I pass a store that IS equipped with aircon -that blissfully icy air that spills into the street- I can't help but pause a moment longer and hum a note of satisfaction.
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