Best way to scare a Brazilian? Talk about winter temperatures in Minnesota. You can see their arm hair stand up in alarm as they physically imagine how cold it would have to be to play pond hockey. I walked off the plane back at Christmastime, thinking I was excited for this, having left too-hot-for-me-to-handle-willingly temperatures in Rio to come back to my beloved Midwest (the first time)–oh, oh……oooooh. BRRRR! This is really, really cold. Oh, I don’t have a winter jacket, that’s right. Oh, did I really think I was ready for this??? Ohhh…… There couldn’t be any in-between.
Acclimation is easier this time, as I returned to temperate Austin, TX–I couldn’t do Midwest winter just yet–but already my tan is fading. Did this whole thing even happen? There’s hardly any proof any more. Where am I? This isn’t my “home” either, but it may as well be, as I don’t really know how to answer that question, “Where do you live?” What day is this?
