When I graded Melaque as a potential spot to start my Mexican adventure, I knew that weather was going to be a problem.
I like warm, sunny days. The type of weather that lures you outside to enjoy adventure.
Remember? The ultimate goal of being here is for the adventure, not the minor details.
But I need those days of adventure to cool off at night. I seldom sleep under sheets or covers -- I like my sleeping chambers to be cool.
If we were in court, I would be objecting to my testimony. Warm. Cool. How subjective can you get?
OK. I will be more specific.
My comfort envelope goes from about 45˚ to 69˚.
65˚ to 69˚ is warm. Anything over that is hot -- and I will tolerate it: to a degree.
55˚ to 45˚ is cool. And usually comfortable.
I gave Melaque an unabashed "F" on this factor. And then I weaseled: "I am not moving to Mexico for the weather."
So, has two months changed my mind?
No. But I certainly know more than I did before I moved down here.
Nancy recently commented on the weather in Mazatlan in "It’s a scorcher" complete with charts and graphs. Jennifer then entered the discussion.
I now know that I should be looking at dew point if I want to fully understand the comfort factor between temperature and relative humidity. I also know that any dew point over 74˚ is considered "extremely uncomfortable, fairly oppressive." And that does not strike me as being very subjective, at all.
Let the record reflect that the dew point in Melaque has been over 74˚ for the past two weeks. And I will stipulate that it has been "extremely uncomfortable, fairly oppressive."
And what about those weasel words of last August? "I am not moving to Mexico for the weather."
True. But almost irrelevant.
Ignoring the weather on the coast is like trying to ignore that your left sleeve is on fire. You may not be there to be immolated, but it is happening.
I have discovered, though, that I am not the dilettante I styled myself to be in August. I have a far greater tolerance for weather -- when forced to be tolerant. (There may be a broader lesson there. But, it will wait for another post.)
Both Jiggs and I have enjoyed being out in the otherwise-oppressive weather for short bursts during the day. Otherwise, we sit in the shade of the patio reading. Well, I read. Jiggs thinks about reading -- with his eyes shut.
But tolerance only goes so far before turning into mindless patronizing. And all of my ability to tolerate the sun during the day does not work when the sun goes to bed and leaves its demon heat children behind. Even with three electric fans, I have trouble sleeping.
To give Melaque a fair shake, I need to see what the other seasons offer. But, so far, my inability to sleep is starting to affect my judgment on other factors.
The warmth by the sea during the day gets a passing grade. But the nights get an "F."
I like warm, sunny days. The type of weather that lures you outside to enjoy adventure.
Remember? The ultimate goal of being here is for the adventure, not the minor details.
But I need those days of adventure to cool off at night. I seldom sleep under sheets or covers -- I like my sleeping chambers to be cool.
If we were in court, I would be objecting to my testimony. Warm. Cool. How subjective can you get?
OK. I will be more specific.
My comfort envelope goes from about 45˚ to 69˚.
65˚ to 69˚ is warm. Anything over that is hot -- and I will tolerate it: to a degree.
55˚ to 45˚ is cool. And usually comfortable.
I gave Melaque an unabashed "F" on this factor. And then I weaseled: "I am not moving to Mexico for the weather."
So, has two months changed my mind?
No. But I certainly know more than I did before I moved down here.
Nancy recently commented on the weather in Mazatlan in "It’s a scorcher" complete with charts and graphs. Jennifer then entered the discussion.
I now know that I should be looking at dew point if I want to fully understand the comfort factor between temperature and relative humidity. I also know that any dew point over 74˚ is considered "extremely uncomfortable, fairly oppressive." And that does not strike me as being very subjective, at all.
Let the record reflect that the dew point in Melaque has been over 74˚ for the past two weeks. And I will stipulate that it has been "extremely uncomfortable, fairly oppressive."
And what about those weasel words of last August? "I am not moving to Mexico for the weather."
True. But almost irrelevant.
Ignoring the weather on the coast is like trying to ignore that your left sleeve is on fire. You may not be there to be immolated, but it is happening.
I have discovered, though, that I am not the dilettante I styled myself to be in August. I have a far greater tolerance for weather -- when forced to be tolerant. (There may be a broader lesson there. But, it will wait for another post.)
Both Jiggs and I have enjoyed being out in the otherwise-oppressive weather for short bursts during the day. Otherwise, we sit in the shade of the patio reading. Well, I read. Jiggs thinks about reading -- with his eyes shut.
But tolerance only goes so far before turning into mindless patronizing. And all of my ability to tolerate the sun during the day does not work when the sun goes to bed and leaves its demon heat children behind. Even with three electric fans, I have trouble sleeping.
To give Melaque a fair shake, I need to see what the other seasons offer. But, so far, my inability to sleep is starting to affect my judgment on other factors.
The warmth by the sea during the day gets a passing grade. But the nights get an "F."
