Hot. Blazing hot. Humid. Sticky. Clammy skin and lank hair sticky. Ah, the tropics!

Welcome to summer in Sao Paulo. Not a day goes by that I don’t have to change clothes after walking the dogs, either due to perspiration or because I’ve gotten caught in a sudden tropical squall, gone as quickly as it arrives, leaving me drenched and the pups curly and doggy aromatic. I also get drenched if I take the dogs to the vet (and have to interpret what the vet is saying) or if I go to the store and have trouble with the credit card (happens frequently). That’s just nerves, but exacerbated by life on the Tropic of Capricorn (which  marks the most southerly latitude on the Earth at which the sun can be directly overhead. This event occurs at the December solstice, just passed, when the southern hemisphere is tilted towards the sun to its maximum extent).

Because of the heat and humidity, I’ve recently taken to drinking copious amounts of sage tea, which is an age-old remedy for sweating. I figured my Latin system can use the help. It seems to be working, but in the tropics, nothing really helps, other than air conditioning, cool mint juleps, and an afternoon bathing. At least I know my skin is working.

Tom and the kids suggested that, in addition to a handkerchief, I carry around a paper fan ( a la “I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.”), but I balked at that idea. And then, in the grocery store, I found my salvation….well, a selection of salvation options, in fact.

I chose this one. For “hot flashes.” A mini personal air conditioning unit. How do you think?

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