Cold spell

For some reason, I have acclimated very quickly to the temperature in Haiti, so when it falls below 80 degrees, I start to get cold. I know that's ridiculous, especially considering I come from Boston and I have been known to willingly swim in a pond in mid-October and late April. But it's true. For the past few months, I've been wearing sweatshirts when my roomie is wearing tank tops. Everybody teases me about it.


Dry season ended exactly one week ago. After 4 months of virtually no rain, it has downpoured almost every night since the end of February. With the rain comes the wind and even cooler temperatures. This morning, I'm so chilly I stole Casey's soccer socks to keep my feet warm.


At least now, I'm not the only one wearing long sleeves. Plenty of Haitians are, particularly in the early morning and in the evening. And even my hot-blooded roommates broke out the sweatshirts 3 nights ago. It was raining cats and dogs, and I needed to go on an exploratory mission to discover how the rain was draining into our basement. They wanted to be part of the fun, so we donned our head lamps and sprinted out. We were only outside for 5 minutes, but we got drenched. It was sweatpants, sweatshirts, and warm dinner when we came back inside. For once, I was not the butt of all the jokes!