So while we freeze our bedoobies off this winter here in the midwestern United States, here's a story of another winter, just to put things into perspective. Or rather, to throw 'em totally out of perspective!
A few years ago when my daughter Claire was working in Leon, Nicaragua, I went down there to visit her. Every day while she worked I took an immersion class in Spanish taught by Zorayda, a friendly, lovely Nicaraguan girl.
A few years ago when my daughter Claire was working in Leon, Nicaragua, I went down there to visit her. Every day while she worked I took an immersion class in Spanish taught by Zorayda, a friendly, lovely Nicaraguan girl.
My Spanish teacher, Zorayda in our classroom in Leon, Nicaragua. Unfortunately I forgot to bring a decent camera with me.
One afternoon Claire and I hopped a bus to the beach. It was a hot, hot, hot sunny day, yet the beach was empty, no one was swimming. Claire didn't know why.
The next day during my class I told Zorayda about our trip to the beach and I asked her why people didn't swim. Don't Nicaraguans like the water?
She looked a little surprised that I'd asked. "It's the middle of winter. Nobody swims in the winter."
Not wanting to sound like an ignorant American I just nodded and said, "Oh" instead of shreiking, "Middle of winter? It's 94 flippin' degrees here! I could swim in my own sweat!"
But later that day when I told Claire what Zorayda had said I did, in fact shriek , "Middle of winter? It's 94 flippin' degrees here!"
Claire chuckled. "But in the middle of summer it'll be a hundred and four degrees here!"
So, anyway, I guess we all feel some discontent in our winter, however that winter may be. But it does beg the question: would you rather have a minus 13 degree winter or a 94 degree winter?
The next day during my class I told Zorayda about our trip to the beach and I asked her why people didn't swim. Don't Nicaraguans like the water?
She looked a little surprised that I'd asked. "It's the middle of winter. Nobody swims in the winter."
Not wanting to sound like an ignorant American I just nodded and said, "Oh" instead of shreiking, "Middle of winter? It's 94 flippin' degrees here! I could swim in my own sweat!"
But later that day when I told Claire what Zorayda had said I did, in fact shriek , "Middle of winter? It's 94 flippin' degrees here!"
Claire chuckled. "But in the middle of summer it'll be a hundred and four degrees here!"
So, anyway, I guess we all feel some discontent in our winter, however that winter may be. But it does beg the question: would you rather have a minus 13 degree winter or a 94 degree winter?
The beach near Leon in winter.
PS: Linda - I looked up "Snow Rollers". Dang, now I really want to see one! Keepin' my eyes peeled!
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