When I left Haiti on Christmas day, it was a sweltering 90 degrees. I wore shorts, a t-shirt and sandals. And I was still warm.
Today, as I walked home from my first day at work, the moisture on my mustache formed tiny sickles. I tired to answer my phone but I couldn’t get my fingers to work properly. It was so cold I fantasized about the hot, sweaty nights in Haiti.
Now, that’s cold.
Other than the frigid weather, I am enjoying myself. The hospital is beautiful and the people are wonderful. It’s going to be a fun ride!