Paris. France
I woke up in the middle of the night, breathing heavily. My long hair stuck to my shoulders and back; my face was covered with tiny drops of sweat; I turned and lay down on my back, trying to calm down my breath. It was hot in the room; even an open window and a little ceiling fan didn't help to cool down the temperature. It was my eight's year living in Cancun. I should have gotten used to this tropical heat, extreme humidity, and my body's inability to tolerate an air conditioner, but I didn'[...]