Oh, the humidity!

I landed in Managua on Wednesday, Feburary 25.  Immediately when I walked out of the airport I could feel the humidity wash over me.  It was midday, with the sun blasting from above.  I could already tell that I wouldn't last long in this climate.  When I went to Mexico for about four months earlier last year, I spent my first couple weeks traveling down the west coast.  All of the places I visited were beautiuful in their own right, from the monster waves on Boca de Pascales, Colima to the breathtaking view from a hut I rented in Maruata, Michoacan, overlooking a near-vacant beach and stunning bay.  But after two weeks, I had had it with the humity plus the heat.  I headed up into the mountains where I stayed for the rest of my trip, only traveling back to the coast in Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco for three days for a wedding of a friend from Tucson.  

I realize I'm from Tucson, where the sun beats down on us throughout the year.  But people are right when they stress the importance of dry heat versus humidity.  I have spent almost my entire life in relatively dry heat.  I'm accustomed and used to a warm but dry climate.  Whenever I go into a climate where the humidity is high, I feel like my entire body is constantly melting.  Maybe I feel that way because of the place where I was raised.  Maybe it is a symptom of me being a climate snob.  Whatever it is, I have slowly realized that I can never live in a place like Managua for an extended period of time.  I like my dry heat.