The sensation of being warm, but not hot–of not having to wear a jacket in December. This is all something that I couldn’t have imagined. Days seem to be falling into some kind of a routine now. I chat with people on the internet and they tell me how cold it is back in Ohio and how much they hate the snow. The only cold I have to worry about is stuff I can control: the shower and the air conditioner.
We sit in the cafes in slow motion and watch the traffic go by and the dust fly. At times the horns and faulty mufflers drown out our conversations. I receive informal lessons at the coffee shop and try to hear the words as they come out of the waitress’ mouth. At lunch the food is devoured quickly, then the tea flows freely and the conversation too. Then sometimes we start to yawn and head back home for our respective naps.