Luckily, it’s about half over.
It’s dry and dusty, and it gets stuffy in the early evenings upstairs where we watch the telly. The upstairs tends to capture and hold the late-afternoon heat.
Most months here run from pretty nice to real nice to superlative, but not May.
Since Havana did not qualify as a vacation, being more of a social-political descent into the Heart of Darkness, we still need a getaway. A Springtime vacation, fer crissakes! So we’ll be heading to the beach at Zihuatanejo next week.
It will be hot, but there will be air-conditioning, which we lack at home. And fried shrimp. May is a grand time to go to the beach and eat fried shrimp. Just three hours away.