Sunday morning we began to emerge from those horrid sub-zero temps. We went to church and I was amazed at how many people were wearing only down vests or wind breakers. Later that day, I had to bring my daughter to a friend’s house and I decided I would try only wearing my vest. Heck, if they can do it so can I. BAD IDEA. Before I made it into my car I was freezing!
Today I worked at the University of Minnesota. The 8 block walk from my parking lot to my building is usually unbearable, especially when the windchill dips, but at 25 degrees and with no wind, it was not so bad. On the way out of work I wore my winter hat (which they call a stocking cap here) and my scarf and gloves, but I decided to not put my big furry hood up. Oh yeah, I’m tough. I don’t need no stinkin hood. I was feeling pretty good about myself until I crossed the street and there was a guy in a short-sleeved polo shirt and jeans…Clearly he was thinking spring had arrived. These Minnesotans are a hardy bunch. I’m pretty convinced that through some process of natural selection they are genetically programmed to deal with the cold. See, it’s not my fault I don’t like winter. I have tropical blood running through my veins! (My dad is from Puerto Rico.)