I look out the kitchen window (up here in Connecticut) and notice some joggers passing by. I can see the steam from their breath! It’s only mid-September, and by midday it will be in the 70s, but mornings have gotten much cooler. No more barefoot walks to the patio with my coffee. I’ll miss that.
With the weather changing, lots of people will start thinking about Mexico and other points south. But I’ve been thinking of Mérida all along, even when the weather up here was gorgeous while Yucatán endured the rainy season, and lots of uncomfortable heat and humidity. I’m a fair-weather friend. Even with fair weather at home, I’m always thinking of Mérida.
I used to like this time of year. I found it invigorating. Woolly sweaters, fuzzy slippers, the warmth of a fire, the feel of a scarf around my neck. It conjured up feelings of back-to-school, my social calendar getting back into gear. Returning to campus, friends returning to town, the theater and art gallery season beginning. And beautiful foliage. Not just maple trees, either. I love a late-summer garden, slightly wilting but lush with months of growth, with defiant pops of color. (Just writing this inspired me to go out back (with shoes on) and snap some pics.) I had always said that the cold is preferable, because you can always put on more clothes to get warm, but you can only strip down so much in the heat. Some logic, eh?
Why do I suddenly crave the heat? Maybe it’s biological, something that happens when you pass 40. That was my first theory. My fingers and toes seem to feel the cold more. But now I have another hypothesis.
Just as I associate the cool air with activity and mental stimulation, now I have something positive to associate with the heat. Walking down Main Street in the hot sun can trigger a memory of walking down Calle 60, or the Paseo de Montejo, and of palm trees and horse-drawn carriages festooned with flowers. Or even just the flat-out adventure we’re having resettling in another country. I don’t think it’s always a conscious association, but it’s there. It took me a while to figure that out.