A couple stray dogs find refuge from the blazing sun. During the summer months, the heat in the Yucatan is on another level. It is absolutely relentless. Many of our summers growing up were spent in Mexico. The school bell would ring to let my brother and I out for the summer and the very next day we’d be on a direct flight from Houston to the tiniest of airports in Ciudad del Carmen. We’d land, walk down the plane staircase, and the moment your feet hit the tarmac you’d be slapped in the face by a wave of thick humid air. I remember it so vividly, you could almost taste it. You never fully got used to it but you learned to cope through hammock naps, fruit paletas and ocean swims. Our cousins were all about the 2 shower rule. Mid afternoon they’d have shower number 2 of the day🚿. It was an absolute must just to wash off the morning sweat and to cool the body down a couple degrees. Being away for a long time makes me strangely miss it. Although I make it sound unbearable, I’d take it over a gruelling windy cold northeast winter any day. What would you say?