The Naked Truth
It’s October 27th, and in Barranquilla right now it is 91 degrees Fahrenheit (33C). The high today is 93 (34C) and a low of 79 (26C). This is how it is on a regular basis even though it’s the end of October. It’s sweltering ALL THE TIME. I’m always really bloody hot here. The shiny stickiness of sweat is commonplace. Could it be because of the temperature? Could it be because I workout regularly? Could it be because I’m constantly frustrated and disillusioned with my school? (Though I was incredibly impressed when one of my 6th graders used the word disillusioned correctly today, albeit mispronounced.) Do I have a fever? Am I not drinking enough water? It’s obviously because of the heat, but I feel like it could be a combination of the above.
I am in no way an exhibitionist, but because of whatever it is that’s making me uncharacteristically overheated, I spend a surprisingly large amount of time in my apartment wearing nothing at all.
No, no, no, now don’t worry. Again, because of the scorching sun, the curtains and blinds are closed almost at all times, and definitely when I am sin ropa. Having curtains shut all the time is counterintuitive to me. The first thing I do in the morning in Portland is open the curtains. Here, I might crack them slightly, but only when it’s cloudy or rainy, otherwise my apartment becomes an oven. No one can see in. I live alone and sometimes, OK, a lot of the time, I’m completely desnudo.
There is not hot water, so I take about 3 or 4 short showers a day to cool off.
The fan is my hero.
And yes, in case you are wondering, this blog post has been written completely in the buff.
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