I laughed at people in their Parkas.

I told him that it wasn’t cold

When I turned eighteen, our uncle took me to Puerto Rico for our birthday. Since our birthday was around Thanksgiving, he decided to spend the holiday with friends of his, in San Juan City, plus then all of us headed over to St, then 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 our shorts plus t-shirt. It was sixty degrees outside, although I was comfortable. All of us had left lake house when the temperatures were chilly. All of us flew out of an airport that was getting ready to stop flights because of the snow that was falling. My uncle told me to pack light, but make sure I had something hot 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 cold air that was coming in with every passenger. Even the airplane had their gas furnaces on to keep the travellers comfortable. I couldn’t feel how much of a change there was when all of us got off the plane. The air was cooler plus it was appreciate a breath of fresh air. That’s when I saw the guys in their parkas. I couldn’t help but laugh plus our uncle also had a smile. I told him that it wasn’t cold. He told me that they had air conditioner on for several months a year. When the temperatures went below seventy-numerous, it was appreciate when it got into the forties at home. They already had the oil gas furnaces going plus I could see smoke coming from all of the chimneys.

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