Lots of people complain bitterly about the heat and humidity of D.C. summers, but Michael and I love them.
While others are hibernating in their houses with the air conditioning cranked up to “Arctic Blast”…
…we’re out on our bikes, sweating buckets, frying our endorphins.
The hottest day of the year often finds us doing something so counter-intuitive that even I’m forced to question our sanity—rowing on the Potomac…
…walking from our building in upper Northwest to Capitol Hill (some seven miles), or hiking the Billy Goat Trail at Great Falls.
In short, it doesn’t get too hot for us.
So when we discussed the idea of returning to Vieques in July, it seemed completely normal.
Yes, the timing of our trip to the island the previous July had been dictated, at least in part, by our need to get the upstairs level of the house finished in time for the rental season.
But once we got there we realized we didn’t mind the super-drenching humidity, the sheer wall of heat that slapped our faces when we opened the door of the air-conditioned bedroom and walked into the un-air-conditioned living room.
In fact, we liked it.
And anyway, we had a deadline again this year. The lower floor had to be decorated and furnished in time for the coming season so we could advertise the house as a three-bedroom and, we hoped, pull down some serious cash.
No problem, right?