Technically, it’s fall now. It has been for about a week or so. There are a few subtle clues that tell you this. First, the colegio students are back in session. Uniformed children can be seen (and heard) all over the city. People are back at work; the metro and buses are more crowded. It doesn’t get light out until 7:30am (due to lack of daylight savings from the earthquake, which will be remedied on Saturday).
Other than that, you would think it was summer.
It’s HOT. Still. Today’s high is 88. Tomorrow’s high is 83.
Really, I normally don’t mind the heat. The only problem is my apartment is like an oven (which will be lovely in a few months!). Because of Charlie, I can’t leave the sliding glass doors open that go out on the balcony, so no breeze. I have my bedroom windows open, but the shade is pulled all the way down so he doesn’t fall out. Charlie doesn’t seem to mind, in fact, he will nap in the sun, despite the fact that it’s probably 80 degrees in here. He also has a coat of fur that I do not. Apparently, he’s friolento.
Anyway, I’m looking forward to “fall”, in Chile known as the week of somewhat cooler weather before the rain and cold set in and when all the dead brown leaves fall to the ground. I’m from Vermont, I’m kind of a fall snob, and Chile is dearly lacking in this category.
I’m not going to hold my breath, though, because I’ll probably be waiting two more months until Summer Part II has run its course.