Afternoon Heat On The Isla Verde Beach ©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.
“I’m telling you, you won’t last for more than 2 minutes. It’s too soon. Why not wait a while?”
I tried to convince him but I knew that he wouldn’t listen.
“I can handle it. I’ll be fine.”
“Suit yourself,” I told him as I flopped down onto the couch and turned on the tv.
I watched him slide the patio door open and step outside with his iced tea. Before the third commercial could air, the patio door slide open again and he was back in the room. I said nothing but I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Okay, you were right…” he said, showing me that all of his ice had instantaneously melted. He headed back to the fridge to pour himself a fresh glass.
Those are the kind of days in San Juan that I call “boricua” hot where it’s as if you are in a sauna and can’t escape. The kind of hot when there is absolutely no air movement and the sand feels like scorching hot coals under your soles. Those are the days when your best bet is to either stay in the ocean, grab lunch somewhere with great A/C or stay indoors until the sun is less angry.
But I don’t mind.
I prefer it hot and a little angry…
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