I traveled there for work once in February and it was sunny and high 60s the entire week. I could only think of how grossly unfair it was that people were allowed to live like that. I saw a guy rollerblading with no shirt on.
As a kid, I used to visit my cousins in San Diego, and two summers in a row we had heat waves.
Even though I loved my cousins, the humidity/heat was enough for me to beg to go home.
I remember feeling the fog on the Golden Gate bridge going north, and I was just relieved.
I helped a friend move from Joplin, MO. ten years ago. I actually brought my bicycle because daily exercise helped with my anxiety/depression.
I got off the plane, and that thick moist hot air hit me. I knew there will be no exercise.
My best buddy had a big 7-11 Big Gulp drink in his hand for me. I asked if it's always this hot.
He said this is actually mild.
We were both very broke, and figured I'd get used to the heat. My job was to move him from Joblin to San Rafael. We were beyond co-dependants, and best friends for years.
He took me to his house. It was a small home his father had build in the 40's. He didn't have money to air condition the entire house, but he put up sheets on the kitchen in place of doors. He had one window air conditioner, and that is where we lived for two weeks.
He was getting over his mother's passing.
In the morning he said, "Just trust me on how to survive the heat.".
We would basically just hydrate all day, and look for air conditioning. He smoked heavily, and was just better with the heat than me. He was much older than me, but I was a fat boy.
(I noticed the successful, productive Missourian's went from air conditioned homes, to air conditioned cars, to air conditioned offices. The poor just sweltered.)
