With 83 degrees Fahrenheit, and 83% humidity, I went for a run at 8 a.m. this morning. It felt like being in an oven. I guess you burn more calories? I certainly hope so... to make the ordeal worth it. My sister came along (I'm trying to recruit jogging partners for the different days of the week), and we survived. The trail view is still amazing, no matter the time of the day.
Certainly, the locals (and by all means, I used to be a local, but my body doesn't seem to remember how to deal with the high humidity levels) seem to be completely unawares of the surrounding heat. I guess I'll get used to it.
A Brazilian-style breakfast (fruit, fruit, and more fruit), and a light lunch are the best companions to get off to a good start.
I stopped by my grandma's for a morning visit (she loves drinking mate with her guests by mid-morning), and now I'm getting ready to start working remotely.
I'll post pictures and videos as soon as I unpack my camera (still everything within my suitcase).
Anyways, keep warm, you friends of mine up north...
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