Growing up in So. Cal., I remember the most awesome, fearsome hot dry days of late summer and early Fall. Now I get to park my car in the Belmont Shore, parking lot three blocks from the beach,  walk the short distance to my store and as I go to unlock the door, have the key almost slide out of my hand because I’m wet…well actually slimy.  I can almost feel the fungus trying to attach itself to my skin. Because, I’m moving so much slower, I think it will be able to catch me soon too. Yesterday, someone said we should be grateful for the humidity because it helps the skin look dewy and fresh.

Let me be the woman with the skin that rivals the Sahara for dry cracks, ruts and roughness I say. Loudly. This is crazy. When I was in Belize, it was No, Nope, No way could I live here. The humidity sucks the life out of you. Being on vacation it’s not so bad, but when you have to work in it with no air conditioning it’s just CRaZy.