The sun here is so intense, an afternoon out can make you feel like you are boiling in your own sweat. Layered clothing is an inconvenience and the words “Caribbean Breeze” take on a dulcet tone.
No one feels the heat more than the Huz as we walk to and from church. For myself, the 20 minute jaunt isn’t unbearable if the wind licks my arms and floats around the hem of my skirt. I am still pouring sweat by the time we arrive, but not as bad as this guy. Here’s a little look at last week’s wreckage:
No shoes? No shirt? No problem.
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