After one of the coldest winters in years (relatively speaking, it's still Israel) and getting socked with an obscenely large electric bill I swore I wasn't going to turn on the air conditioning this week, it's still March for pete's sake. I managed to swelter in silence yesterday but by today I just couldn't hack it. We're having a heat wave and temperatures have soared into the mid-nineties (35 celsius!). With its concrete walls and stone floors and without much direct sun beaming in my home stays fairly cool, but this was ridiculous. So I caved. Yes, I admit it. I put the air conditioning on on March 24. What a relief.
Thankfully the temperatures cooled off again with the setting sun. It's actually lovely out now. Tomorrow will still be terribly dusty, but the worst of the heat is over now and we should be setting our calendars back to spring again.
I have to say though, I much prefer the heat, even the dry dusty heat of a hamsin, to winter's cold. What fun to be able to put on sundresses and sandals again, I even remembered to break out my silver toe ring. Spring is lovely, but summer can't come soon enough for me. Bring it on, I'm ready.