Yes. Poke the wound you did, Holly. That is a lot of heat. So well described that I, too, feel faint. You have definitely put yourself to the test. I think you have proven to yourself you can survive hot dry heat. Now, you can choose destinations that require a sweater and scarf even on the warmest days. North Pole, perhaps?
Such beautiful prose for “poking the wound”. I believe we cannot know what strength we possess until we have survived what we thought we could not. In revisiting similar times past it frees us from the fear that “we can’t” or “we won’t” as we have a point of reference.
I appreciate you sharing and am glad you weren’t injured when fainting 🙏🏼. I’ve been in the heat of Barcelona in summer the memory still fresh as I read your post (my husband refers to those sleepless, hot nights as “Dante’s Inferno”). Wishing you cooler days ahead ...
so visceral. I could feel my anxiety teasing. I still remember the day at the fairgrounds that I collapsed running over to the shade of a tree my family sat under. Too hot!
I feel for you! We've been grateful this year for a cooler summer. The memory of that kind of heat brings me out in drops of perspiration! The feeling of enervation is what I find the hardest.
Oh I feel this!! My hottest night was in a total dive of a hotel in Aqaba, Jordan, July 1991. My dad, the world champion of budget travel, had optimistically gotten us rooms there, assuring us that as night fell, a breeze would blow off the water of the Gulf of Aqaba. There was no AC, no fan, just an open window letting in absolutely no breeze. I roasted in a marinade of my own sweat. (Delicious!)
This also, for some reason, made me think of the coldest night I can remember. Ironically, I think it was in Sydney, which no one thinks of as being particularly cold. But I was staying at my friends’ home, an old house without central heating in the middle of winter. Everyone else had heated waterbeds (I’m not kidding) while I slept on an army cot, the cold seeping in from all sides. My friends had a cat, and even though I’m very allergic, I called the cat over and tried to get her to stretch out over my legs so that at least they’d be warm. It was... unforgettable. 🤣
Working as an aging gardener I wonder how many more years I can do this as the heat has increased so much....even if I have the gift of the ocean nearby, it’s hard to breathe & hoe & plant.....👨🌾🤷♀️
Living in a place with extremely cold and hot seasons, I can commiserate with the idea of air con, as we call it, turned up so chilly that guests need a sweater or I go escape into the yard for the warmth of a brutal sun.
Yes. Poke the wound you did, Holly. That is a lot of heat. So well described that I, too, feel faint. You have definitely put yourself to the test. I think you have proven to yourself you can survive hot dry heat. Now, you can choose destinations that require a sweater and scarf even on the warmest days. North Pole, perhaps?
Such beautiful prose for “poking the wound”. I believe we cannot know what strength we possess until we have survived what we thought we could not. In revisiting similar times past it frees us from the fear that “we can’t” or “we won’t” as we have a point of reference.
I appreciate you sharing and am glad you weren’t injured when fainting 🙏🏼. I’ve been in the heat of Barcelona in summer the memory still fresh as I read your post (my husband refers to those sleepless, hot nights as “Dante’s Inferno”). Wishing you cooler days ahead ...
so visceral. I could feel my anxiety teasing. I still remember the day at the fairgrounds that I collapsed running over to the shade of a tree my family sat under. Too hot!
I feel for you! We've been grateful this year for a cooler summer. The memory of that kind of heat brings me out in drops of perspiration! The feeling of enervation is what I find the hardest.
Oh I feel this!! My hottest night was in a total dive of a hotel in Aqaba, Jordan, July 1991. My dad, the world champion of budget travel, had optimistically gotten us rooms there, assuring us that as night fell, a breeze would blow off the water of the Gulf of Aqaba. There was no AC, no fan, just an open window letting in absolutely no breeze. I roasted in a marinade of my own sweat. (Delicious!)
This also, for some reason, made me think of the coldest night I can remember. Ironically, I think it was in Sydney, which no one thinks of as being particularly cold. But I was staying at my friends’ home, an old house without central heating in the middle of winter. Everyone else had heated waterbeds (I’m not kidding) while I slept on an army cot, the cold seeping in from all sides. My friends had a cat, and even though I’m very allergic, I called the cat over and tried to get her to stretch out over my legs so that at least they’d be warm. It was... unforgettable. 🤣
Working as an aging gardener I wonder how many more years I can do this as the heat has increased so much....even if I have the gift of the ocean nearby, it’s hard to breathe & hoe & plant.....👨🌾🤷♀️
I can relate! I don't do so well in the heat, even though I was born and raised in a tropical country. I love the photographs too!
Could I perhaps share some of your work on a future post of Three Things Weekly?
Living in a place with extremely cold and hot seasons, I can commiserate with the idea of air con, as we call it, turned up so chilly that guests need a sweater or I go escape into the yard for the warmth of a brutal sun.