I Can’t Feel My Fingers.

*Journal Entry: Feb. 13, 2012*

Ever since I arrived in Spain I’ve been in a constant state of near-hypothermia (I might be slightly exaggerating [only slightly]). In any case, you get it. IT. IS. COLD.

Well, at least for my poor Floridian hide, it’s freezing. The kids from Massachusetts and the Great Lakes region walk around like it’s no big deal, but I’ve been living in Florida since I was 13. The Sunshine State! On Christmas Day I went outside wearing flip-flops and a t-shirt! I have no tolerance built up to handle this sort of temperature.  But then again, those kids from up North see a palm tree and they freak out. I just politely nod and smile at their enthusiasm.

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