How to get "muffed up" in Costa Rica



Happy holidays everyone, I hope that you were all able to spend time with loved ones and reflect upon the past year with fond memories and ideas about how to make the next one even more “pura vida.”  I was lucky enough to have four of the most special people in my life come to visit me last week.  My aunties Margaret and Mary, my uncle Ed, and my brother were all here to help me celebrate.  Before arriving in Costa Rica, they had read about the history and culture of Costa Rica, and also about the many dangers that this environment can present to visitors (or, as Mary put it, “The many ways you can die in Costa Rica”).  This post is inspired by (and plagiarizes) an email written by one of my aunts upon her return to the States:

They read about all of the ways one can encounter death in Costa Rica, but when my aunts, uncle and brother came to visit me for Christmas last week, they never anticipated that the biggest threat to anyone's life would be posed by something rather different than coral snakes, earthquakes, heatstroke, flooding, landslides, freshwater sharks, normal sharks, driving on narrow, mountainous roads with hairpin turns inches away from enormously high cliffs, crocodiles (we went to one river that has 125 crocs for every 1 kilometer of water), jaguars, or the deadly fruit and bark of, and air surrounding the manzanillo tree.  Although we nearly died of laughter when my aunt Margaret would tell people, “No te quiero” (I don’t love you) or “No te quieres” (You don’t love yourself) when she meant to say “No quiero” (I don’t want any), this was still no match for the greatest threat to most dangerous occurance of the trip, which involved none other than a fold-up couch in our luxurious beach condominium.  Travel book authors take note, because this oversight on the part of my aunt’s travel books nearly cost us her life. 

It all happened in the “snore room,” which was reserved for our sleepers with special habits.   My aunt Mary was sound asleep on the pull-out couch when her efforts to roll over were interrupted by a malfunction in the foldable bed.  There was nothing she could do as her legs were forced into the air towards her chest, and she found herself trapped in a death grip between the back of the couch, the spiky bed springs and the mattress, which flew up into the air as she struggled to position herself near the top of the bed.  The airborne mattress then left room for her legs to become ensnared in the bedsprings that once lay underneath it, making it impossible for her to pull herself up.  Next came the relentless Charlie-horse leg cramps and she began to yell for Margaret (the resident nurse) to come to her aid.  Confused and blinded in the still-dark room, Margaret fumbled her way to the disaster site and seeing the gravity of the situation called for backup from Ed.  The two of them worked to pry the bed back open and help Mary (who was without the use of her legs due to the cramping) out of the pit of death.  When I asked my aunts how is the world they were able to do that without laughing they said they knew that neither one would survive if they allowed laughter to take over and that Mary would never be removed from the situation.  Once Mary was free and everyone went back to bed (exhausted from the rescue efforts), the brief silence was broken by Ed when he said, “That was actually pretty funny.”  At that point all bets were off and the three of them broke out into uncontrollable laughter, which nearly resulted in a different type of emergency as they struggled to breathe and gain control of themselves. 

It was very special for me to have my aunties, uncle and lil bro here to meet my new family and my community, which is the reason for which I am here.  Every day I think about how grateful I am for my friends and family, and for the opportunities that I have either found or been presented with in this life.  Again, happy holidays, and may you have many moments that bring you so much laughter that you feel sick to your stomach and lots of pain in your face muscles.  Pura vida.

This post has no central theme and therefore no title, sorry.


I just completed 6 months in my site (9 months in the country), which means that one quarter of my service is already over. That is weird because although I feel like I’ve been away from family and friends for a long time, my work here is only just beginning. These first 6 months in site have been like running really fast on a treadmill at a steep incline. I’m working very hard at a very constant pace, very sweaty, and burning calories like crazy, but I haven’t really gone anywhere. One notable difference is that replacing those burnt calories with greasy rice and beans is difficult while running on a treadmill, but very easy in Costa Rica, so I’m not as buff or heart-healthy as I would be if all this running around was on a treadmill.

Peace Corps service lasts at least 2 years for good reason: the first year is about figuring out what the *$&% you are doing, forming relationships, and making mistakes, so that in your second year you are more comfortable about what you’re doing, utilizing the relationships formed, and learning from the mistakes previously made in order to facilitate community-based development that is (most importantly) sustainable. Teaching kids hip hop moves or giving a group of teens activities during the weekend are all fine and good, but let’s face it, the majority of my work right now is not sustainable when I leave. It is time to change gears.

In Peace Corps Costa Rica, our various projects are typically categorized on one of three levels: work with individuals, work with service providers, or work with community groups/organizations. Most of my work has been done on the individual level thus far, and while that type of work is lovely and most enjoyable for me, I can reach more people by training service providers and collaborating with community organizations. The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of getting more involved on the community group level.

I recently started working with a community development association, the members of which are introducing me to people in the municipality and other community leaders who have more pull (and access to funding) than the average Jose. I will be helping them to turn the community’s new basketball/soccer court (built with the help of the PC volunteer I replaced) into a multi-use space with a roof, electricity, water, etc. Not only will kids be able to keep playing during the rainy season, but we will be able to hold community dances, meetings, exercise classes, and a host of other activities with the new additions. They also want to construct a small computer lab with internet access and a playground so I will be supporting those projects as well in the new year.

The government just installed lights and a fence around the court which is to be locked every night to keep the area safe from up-to-no-gooders. This upset a group of young people who like to use the court at night. One group of young people started to vandalize part of the court in response to the new regulations, which is quite unfortunate, but the Association’s response was priceless. Instead of upping security and trying to catch the valdals and get them into trouble, they decided to invite all of the adolescents that hang out there at night to have a dinner on the court and talk to the Association members in order to come up with a peaceful solution and compromise. The (adult) members of the Association spend all afternoon cooking chicken and rice, and sure enough the teens showed up for the free food offer. The Association took advantage of their captive (and hungry) audience by laying out the problem and asking the young people for their input and support in coming to a peaceful resolution. The two groups came to an agreement on the hours during which the court would be open, and even made priority hours for littler and bigger kids. In the end everyone enjoyed dinner together and there haven’t been any more problems (knock on wood) since the meeting about 3 weeks ago. I loved the idea and the way it turned out.

My biggest project right now is organizing a Christmas Party for the children and families in the shantytown community near my house. The biggest challenge is obviously getting donations, because the community itself has zero funds. The municipality is going to give me a sound system and ice cream for the nearly 100 children. My youth group (which consists of adolescents who live in the shantytown) helped me deliver over 60 letters to different businesses in the area, so I’m hoping that at least 10 will actually come through and donate something. I am also trying to work with the company that is working on a HUGE hydroelectric project here in the south of Costa Rica to see if they will donate a toy to each child (they have a LOT of money for social projects because they are destroying so many communities and killing so much wildlife in the process of creating enough hydroelectricity to fuel the country’s rapidly growing need (it baffles me that we aren’t powering the country with solar power instead, but that is a whole other topic).

I have 2 weeks left of working as hard as I can before I take my first official vacation days to relax in the mountains with my 2 aunts, 1 uncle, 1 (and only) brother, and a partridge in a pear tree for Christmas. At the end of this week I will work with 4 other volunteers in the south to bring about 30 kids together for an activity called Arte por la Paz. Another volunteer and I will talk about the history of hip hop and how it started as a nonviolence movement of a young generation, and then teach the kids some choreography. Other volunteers will work with the kids on making/playing instruments and painting a peace mural. We have all been working with these groups in our own communities on different workshops related to themes of peace, and this event will be the culmination of their hard work. It should be (as we say in Costa Rica) “tuanis.”

Over vacation I will try to post about more specific projects that I have going on (a community service camp and the construction of 2 small walking bridges are 2 of the new ones), but for now my head hurts because they just fumigated the school to kill all the mosquitoes and stop the rapid spread of dengue which is taking over my town (as a mosquito flies right in front of my face). I can feel my brain getting smaller by the second as a result of the chemicals…que rico.

Peace, love, and pura vida!

Tico Time: Kevin (aka "Kevie")


I’ve decided to start including person profiles on this blog, so that in addition to my own personal stories, you also get a quick glimpse of different people in my community, straight from the horse’s mouth. For my first interview I was very lazy, and didn’t leave the house. Here’s what my 5 year old host nephew, Kevin, had to say to a host of random questions:

Do you like living in Costa Rica?
- Mmhmm

Why do you like living here?
- Because I like to live.

If you could be any animal what would it be?
- A tiger (he says with ZERO hesitation).

Why?
- Because tigers don’t bite.

Umm, tigers don’t bite, ever?
- No (like “you big dummy”), they just walk around up there, and when they hear something they put their heads up and listen, like this (he demonstrates).

What is your favorite food?
- Egg with rice

Do you like any fruits or vegetables?
- I like the apples you always have and when you give them to me. I do not eat broccoli or salad. And I like ice cream but mom says I can't have it now because I am sick and it will do damage to me. I can only eat hot ice cream.

Do you like having a gringa auntie?
- Do we have any hot ice cream?

No. Do you like having a gringa auntie?
- Yes, because I am happy all the time when you are here (as he buries his head in my pillow with embarrassment).

If an American child came to visit you here in Costa Rica, where would you take him?
- To Costa Rica, or to the United States

I then clarified the question…
- I would take him to pre-K, a forest, my house is nice, your house is nice, all of the houses are nice. To Mass at the church.

Have you ever been to Mass?
- No.

What is your favorite sport?
- Costa Rica (I’m sure he said this because the only sport he knows of is soccer, and this is obviously his favorite team).

What do kids here do for fun?
- Ride bikes, live in their houses, sleep at night, eat bananas, cereal…what else? Memeitos (these are like little corn chips), ice cream, popsicles, food, rice, rice pudding, beans, rice and beans, plantains, that one and the other one.

If you were a hot dog, and you were starving your you eat youself?
- Ummm, excuse me?

If you were a hot dog, and you were starving would you eat yourself?
- Ay Morgan (which sounds more like “Moah-ghan”), you really do say the dumbest things. Next question.

If you could take a trip anywhere, where would you go?
- To the mountain or the river (Yes, we live in a small, small world here, and I have never seen geography taught in any way, shape or form).

Well, you heard it here first, everything you could ever want to know about Costa Ricans. Now you know everything…you’re welcome.

Reuben

Last week a friend of mine lost her husband to leukemia. I just met him about a month ago, 8 days after he received his diagnosis, when my English students and I went to visit him. He was on bed rest and exhausted from chemo, but the state of his health did not shadow his glowing, positive attitude and caring, good-natured manner. I remember feeling so confused and sad and angry that this was happening to him, and could only think that he was going to get better – that there was no way he could leave us so soon. The other day I attended the Mass and funeral service held in his honor. Hundreds of people came to mourn and celebrate his life. Visiting Reuben in his house the one day I knew him, hearing the news of his death, attending his funeral and talking and being with his loved ones has filled me with more emotions than I am able to express in a normal blog post. I am not by any means a poet, and in fact this is the first time I have ever written a poem (if you can call it that) outside of school, but the night of his funeral I had an urgent need to write what I was thinking about, and it kind of manifested itself like this:

Never underestimate the power of first impressions.

I knew him for 30 minutes.

Smile so strong you’d never know he couldn’t lift himself from the bed.

He just received a death sentence but made me feel welcome and comfortable in his home (in his bedroom, actually). There was no reason for me to feel comfortable there. But I did.

Chances are the chemo won’t work, but there’s no way the cancer can survive while this father-of-five radiates positive energy so bright. Right?

Then I saw her. Just when I was sure he must be the strongest person in this world, I saw her. Ten weeks ago she gave birth to their baby boy. They thought blessings didn’t come any bigger than those four daughters, but now a son too? Things couldn’t get better. So they didn’t.

Anguish was behind her eyes, but hidden. Not because she felt like she had to hide it, but because it would not defeat her. She was too tough for that, and knew too well the needs of those kdis. She found refuge in her understanding that a Plan had already been made.

Chances are the chemo won’t work, but there’s no way the cancer can survive while this father-of-five radiates positive energy so bright. Right? Right???

One week later they moved him to San Juan de Dios.

I was saturated in doubt. Where’s the power of positive thinking? People’s heads hurt from all the positive thoughts sent to his family.

What happened to the power of prayer? The Buenos Aires air is thick in it, and my knees which never before knew a pew are bleeding after knowing this man. Why isn’t he getting better? I’m willing to forgive everyone and anyone for this horrible, metaphysical mistake, just fix it!

They told me he was in his final moments, but I was certain the good he exuded was too strong to die. When I arrived at Mass, I realized my ignorance. Of course it was too strong to die.

The church was saturated in his positive attitude, his love for his wife and children, the values he learned and passed on to others.

Her dark brown eyes were red from the pain, but they carried his light. Her tranquility was contagious, and put her children at ease. She controlled the room.
Her composure and calm allowed everyone to not only mourn but also celebrate life.

The illness may have taken his body but it was no match for his spirit, for it will remain forever in the hearts and minds of everyone who knew him. And I only knew him for 30 minutes.

That snake right by your foot can kill a cow…careful.


November 11, 2009

Big volcanoes, canopying over waterfalls, rappelling, mountain views, swimming in rivers, pineapple fields and poisonous snakes…these are among the adventures in store for you should you decide to visit me. We also have Dengue.

A couple of weeks ago I eagerly traveled to San Jose where I eagerly awaited the arrival of my friend Adam. I couldn’t believe it…my first true days of vacation in the 8 months that I’ve been here were about to begin! My brother came to visit in August, but bless his little heart I was working the entire time. This was going to be different. As soon as Adam arrived, we hopped on the first bus to Miramar, a small town in the mountains, northwest of San Jose near Puntarenas, with gorgeous views of the Nicoya Peninsula.

After a night as the only guests at the hotel/resort, our first day began with a 45 minute horseback ride through the mountains, to the start point of a canopy tour that involved 27 zip-lines over waterfalls.


The other people on the tour were really fun, and the guides were fantastic. We ended up getting a ride back to Puntarenas with one of them, which was amazing because I never get to travel in an actual rental car (I’m always stuck on a hot bus that smells like doo doo).


We ended up getting into San Jose too late to catch a bus to my site, so we stayed the night and traveled to my site first thing the next morning. Now I happen to love my jobs and my life here, but apparently following me around my site can be a little tiring. He bravely tried to communicate with my host family, helped me out in both English class with kindergarten and with my adult class, survived my exercise class, and waited patiently during several meetings. I set aside part of our last day to show him the swimming hole that my youth group took me to a few weeks ago. We had a great time and everything was very relaxing with the exception of a surprise visit from a very very long, fast snake. It jumped 3 feet in the air after we crossed it’s path, and then proceeded to slither into the river that we needed to cross in order to get home. The water was above knee height, and over very large, slippery rocks, so I was definitely uneasy trying to get across but we both made it alive and well. Later on we met up with a Tica friend of mine (who LOVES snakes) and when I described the snake to her she gasped and said, “Oooh, those are really really poisonous! They kill cows!” I may wait a while before heading back to that river.



Needless to say, after trying to get 5 days worth of work done in the 3 days that I would be home, Adam and I were both exhausted by the third day in my site, and ready for the more relaxing part of the vacation – La Fortuna, the town closest to Volcán Arenal. The largest volcano in Costa Rica, Arenal is definitely one of the biggest tourist spots in the country. It was my first time really being a tourist here, and I have to say I did not like it. In my town, I am accepted as a member of the community, and it is rare that people try to take advantage of me and my gringa-ness. In La Fortuna, however, they are used to gringos who have no idea what they are doing, and I hated the fact that I had to prove to everyone that I am familiar with the culture here in order to not be scammed or cheated. That being said, we had a great time visiting the volcano, visiting one of the largest waterfalls in CR, swimming in hot springs, going down waterslides that should be illegal, and walking around town to look at shops and try different restaurants (none of the food was a good as my Mama Tica’s).

I love having visitors but man it is hard when they leave! I get rather used to not having people from home around, but then when I get a little taste home I miss everything and everyone so much more when I am stripped of it once more. Don’t get me wrong, it is DEFINITELY worth the pain afterwards to have visitors, but bouncing back into my reality here is a little bit tricky.
Now I am back into the work scene full swing, trying to finish up projects before the end of the school year (December 22) and before my Aunts Mary and Margret, my Uncle Ed and my brother come to visit for their hottest Christmas ever (woot)!

So…like…what do you DO exactly???



I often write a lot about very little, instead of offering up how it is that I actually spend the majority of my time. So, here’s a little bit about a lot - a summary of the projects I have going on right now to give a slightly better answer to the popular question above.

Most of my days are spent walking (very fast, I’m told) from one place to another, doing work jobs that are often completely unrelated to each other. Here is a sample daily schedule, taken from Monday of this week:

5-5:30am: Wakeup, cook/eat a HUGE bowl of oatmeal with raisins and mango

5:30-6am: Cold shower, get dressed, gather materials for all projects for the day

6:20-6:30am: Walk to the elementary school

6:30-7am: Practice hip hop dance with my 5th graders who are not remotely ready for their 7am performance, but it will still be better than all the other performances (sorry, but it’s true)

7-8am: Perform with my kids because not enough students showed up, and watch the other performance for the acto civico (civics act)

8am-11:30am: Arrive 30 minutes late to the training at child protective services (which is okay because we don’t start until 30 minutes after I arrive), participate in the training, and apologize profusely that I cannot stay for juice and ham sandwiches with ALL the mayonnaise (I had planned on the training starting on time, which was just plain dumb of me)

11:30-11:50pm: Speed walk to the school (again), carrying an umbrella to protect me from the beaming, steaming, angry sun.

11:50-12pm: Quickly Coordinate with school counselor and 6th grade teachers regarding 5 antiviolence workshops that use art to promote peace

12-12:30pm: Help my group of high school girls with their costumes and makeup for a performance about values at the elementary school

12:30-1pm: Watch and assist with the performance

1-1:30: Walk/run home, put a boiled egg in my mouth and grab an apple (which was probably imported from the US and so it’s already soft and disappointing), change my clothes because I’ve been sweating too much already, grab materials for the rest of the day.

2-3pm: Hustle over to the place where I make copies (i.e. spend all my money), spend 30 minutes revising my diagnostic of the community (a 40 page document we write, in Spanish, to give to community members with whom we work), quickly plan English class, pick up my copies, and make my way over to the other elementary school, which is much smaller and has very few resources (see photo above).

3-5pm: Facilitate a meeting of Chicas Poderosas (Powerful Girls) with the 5th and 6th grade girls. Today is the first meeting, for which I spent most of the weekend planning and preparing materials. The project will last until the end of December, and each week includes activities about a different theme (e.g. leadership, communication skills, sexuality, gender, exercise and nutrition, boyfriends, working in a group, etc.).

5-5:30: Walk/run back to the first elementary school

5:30-7:30: Teach English to a group of adults/high school students

8:00pm: Arrive home and immediately grab jump rope and resistance bands

8-9pm: Workout in front of my host sister’s house because it is nice and hidden and people stop and watch me everywhere else. I’m sad because she is moving in 2 weeks!

9-9:30: Cold shower (feels sooooo good), eat a big bowl of beans, an egg cooked with cauliflower or green beans, and salad, and talk to host parents.

9:30-10:30: Go to my room and plan/prepare materials for tomorrow’s adventures

10:30-11: Read about 5 pages of whatever book I am currently reading (The Red Tent by Anita Diamant right now) before pass out with the fan on full blast.

Here are some of the projects I’m working on right now:

In the colegio (high school) I am still trying to finish up the mentor program. I am trying to start a women’s soccer team for next school year (which starts in February), so we’ll see how that goes. I also still have my 10th grade girl’s dance group. I’m teaching them hip hop right now, which would sound ridiculous to anyone in the States who has ever seen me dance hip hop, but here most kids have hardly even seen hip hop dance, so they don’t know that I’m terrible at it (and I’d like to keep it that way). The Patronato Nacional de la Infacia (PANI), or our equivalent to Child Protective Services, just asked me to choreograph a piece so my girls can perform at a huge recreation and cultural diversity event they are hosting.

In one of my elementary schools I just started a group called Chicas Poderosas, which originally created by another PC volunteer several years ago, and is now used throughout Peace Corps Costa Rica to empower 5th and 6th grade girls as they engage in a 12 weeks series of activities related to self-esteem, communication skills, sexuality, nutrition and exercise, working in groups, leadership, service, etc. The group I have is definitely more challenging than they are innocent and easy-going, but I like it that way, and think that if I can keep them engaged then they will benefit more from the program than would an easier group. The conditions in this school are completely unsatisfactory, which has also been a challenge. Yesterday I was left without a key (long story, but not my fault), so we had to get creative in order to find a meeting space. One of the walls of the cafeteria is much shorter than the others and is no longer enclosed with wire, so we had to throw one girl over the wall. She then found a small desk inside and climbed one of the tables to pass the desk over to us on the outside. We then used this desk to help get all of the other girls over the wall more easily, leaving me at the end to get the desk back over and haul myself over the wall. We then held a pretty successful meeting in the very wet, rainy, and muddy cafeteria, and then went outside to the muddy plaza where they taught me a bunch of games I had never played before, and ended with about 30 minutes of straight up foot races (bare foot races, of course, which involved removal of some pretty big thorns). And now I’m back to saying a lot about really little….

At the other elementary school I am working on a series of workshops called Art for Peace, which combine nonviolence teachings with art projects, and will end in a big regional event that is being organized by some volunteers who live about an hour away from me. I just finished teaching dance to a group of 5th graders for a school-wide civics performance, and I’m still of course teaching English to kindergarten every week. I taught them how to play “I Spy” today, which was a big hit. In one of my classes is a girl who is a girl who is quite high on the autism spectrum, and the understanding, patience, and sensitivity displayed by these 6 year olds in response to her needs is truly something to be admired.

In the shantytown my youth group is going strong. We went to the river the other day, and besides nearly giving me a heart attack every time one of them did a back flip off of a cliff, it was a wonderful time. They took me on about an hour-long walk deep into a valley and across a wirey bridge that has a sign warning that no more than 2 people cross at the same time, to a beautiful swimming hole where the water was deliciously cold. It is the first time I can remember being cold here. I took great pleasure in spending the day walking, swimming, laughing and eating cookies, with a group of kids who are smart, witty, fun, and full of energy. It is such a shame that most of them have dropped out of school, but I’m hoping that being a part of this group, which usually includes participation in nonformal educational activities, will inspire them to go back in February. Several of them have already told me that that’s their plan, so we’ll see what happens. My community meetings with the adults are less frequent these days but when they happen they are productive. Some ideas we are playing with right now: community fruit and vegetable garden, dance marathon at the colegio to raise funds they need for paperwork to apply for government housing, community bike ride to the river.

My adult English class has now started in full-swing. I teach twice a week, and even though I don’t typically like teaching English, this is the first group of people I met in my town, when I came to visit the volunteer I replaced, even before I knew I would eventually live here. They are incredibly motivated and wonderful company, so I love teaching them simply because it allows me to be in their company.

I’m still teaching exercise classes twice a week in the community center (or shack). I love all of my jobs, but this one might be my favorite because it relieves me of my stress while the others (wonderful as they are) often bring me a great deal of stress. I usually have about 20 people come to class, which I’m happy with because people here do not typically like to do exercise on purpose.

I’m trying to plan either a recreation camp (tennis, swimming, dance, basketball) or a triathlon camp for the end of January with one of the high-ups from the pineapple company here. Hopefully it will happen. I’m also starting to talk to the Community Development Association of a neighboring town, trying to see if I can get a playground built next to the basketball/soccer court that was initiated by the volunteer I replaced. More to come on both of those…..

Other smaller projects are always going on, but those are the biggies at the moment. Each day presents new little challenges, mistakes, and successes, and all of them build on each other in order to make this one gigantic learning experience. Okay, it is WAY past my 9pm bedtime, so this needs to end. If you made it this far in this blog entry I would like to congratulate you. Tuanis!

Hot Rica


As is typically the case in my town, it was real hot today. As I sit here sweating in my bed, unable to concentrate on work, I thought I’d write to you all about it.

You know you live in a hot place when…
…you sleep with an ice pack.

…you have to change your clothes at least 2 or 3 times a day from sweating so much.

…people who have lived there all their lives STILL complain about the heat constantly.

…it is 78 F and people are bundling up and talking about how cold it is.

…you don’t EVER miss (or even want to think about) having hot water.

…you are served hot soup or beans, and you have to put them in the refrigerator to cool them because they stay too hot at room temperature.

…freezers hardly ever fully freeze anything.

…you take a shower and the water that is freezing cold when it hits your head is warm by the time it gets to your legs and feet.

…you start sweating again even before stepping out of a cold shower.

…you have to wake up at 5am to exercise in remotely moderate temperatures because the sun is kickin’ by 6am.

…clothes hung out to dry are ready well before noon.

…not having a fan on you is like not having oxygen in the air.

…when comparing medical problems of PC volunteers in your country versus those in the rest of Latin America our medical officer says (and I quote): “As you can see we are winning in the ‘gina-cological’ conditions. That's probably because it's very hot and humid here."