I told him that it wasn’t cold
When I turned eighteen, my aunt took me to Puerto Rico for my anniversary. Since my anniversary was around Thanksgiving, he decided to spend the holiday with friends of his, in San Juan City, and after that I headed over to St, but thomas to do some sightseeing. I was kind of thrown off when I saw some people walking around the city in parkas. I was in my shorts and t-shirt. It was sixty degrees outside, but I was comfortable. The people I was with and I had left cabin when the un-even temperatures were freezing. The people I was with and I flew out of an airport that was getting ready to stop flights because of the snow that was falling. My aunt told me to pack light, however make sure I had something moderate for the trip to the airport. The taxi had an excellent oil furnace, so the overcoat I wore was a bit too heavy for the ride. The airport had their furnace running full blast, to offset the frigid air that was coming in with every passenger. Even the aircraft had their furnaces on to keep the travellers comfortable. I couldn’t feel how much of a change there was when the people I was with and I got off the plane. The air was cooler and it was love a breath of fresh air. That’s when I saw the men in their parkas. I couldn’t help however laugh and my aunt also had a smile. I told him that it wasn’t cold. He told me that they had air conditioning on for more than seven months a year. When the un-even temperatures went below seventy-several, it was love when it got into the forties at home. They already had the furnaces going and I could see smoke coming from all of the chimneys.