It Is Not As Hot Here Today

Notice I did not say it is cool, because it is not. It is not even just warm. It is hot and it has been hot every single day of the two and a half weeks I've been here. In that way it is kind of like at camp over the summer, where it was also hot every day. Basically since I left San Francisco on June 17th, itself an unseasonably warm and sunny day in the city, I have experienced ceaselessly hot weather. Tawonga, Berkeley, New Hampshire--oh where it did rain one day and we built a big fire in the fireplace and I actually wore a sweater--Jerusalem: hot, hot , hot and hot. I think I am making up for eight years of foggy, damp, and chilly weather in San Francisco all at once, week after week and month after month.

I find I have the right clothes for this climate (all five pairs of pants and four shirts) but totally the wrong shoes. I brought Keens and Danskos but they have gone as of yet unused, I have been wearing my Chacos every day and I am horrified, both from a style standpoint and from a cleanliness standpoint. Outdoorsy rubber sandals are so not hip anywhere but especially here where there is Gazith to put my currently-amphibious feet to shame.

I might have to spring for a pair of sandals. When in Rome…