As the snowbirds start to fly north, a young(ish) ex-pat’s fancy turns to thoughts of bathing suits and swimming. Yesterday was a beautiful day, the first day warm enough to actually swim. Warm enough to swim means that the water was bearable to those of us not belonging to the polar bear club. I think it was 96 degrees yesterday, and the humidity was a dry 26%, just perfect for a dip.
Attending the Slow Foods’ Saturday Market in the morning, where we bought lovely greens and even lovelier cheeses was a great way to begin the day. Since the ayuntamento has moved some bus stops to Calle 66 during their renovation of Centro, travel sans car has been even easier. The 72 Reforma bus hadn’t arrived yet, so we crossed the street and waited in the shade with the rest of the people. You can tell who is acclimated to more than just the climate by where they chose to walk or wait for buses even at 9 am. The ride is bumpy, this bus line doesn’t seem to believe in cosmetic repairs, the exit door is down to the sheet metal, sometimes not completely there at all. However, we get off less than a block from our destination and we barely notice things like bare metal anymore.
Returning home on the same bus, this time with a bag bulging with produce and cheese (did I mention the Italian ladies selling cheese?), we drop everything on the counter and head outside to cool off in the pool. The water is still too chill for me to spend more than 15 minutes but I look forward to Sunday (today) because the Diario predicts temperatures in the 30s ( 90s).
Saturday night we hear raindrops and Sunday morning there is a cool breeze. I contemplate a sweater, but it isn’t that cool. Finally around noon, I go sit poolside to get my dose of vitamin D and stare longingly at the water. Swimming season hasn’t started yet, after all.