My hubby . . .
This January my hubby wants to visit some friends who winter in Jamaica. They live in a huge and glorious family home, and when we visit we stay in one of their guest suits. But in Jamaica, residents don't find their climate to be very hot, so having AC is not a given, even in a new, huge, and snazzy home like this one.
The last time we visited (the first time for me), the heat really hit me hard. Now he wants to go back. He told me that we can stay in a proper Americanized resort with AC this year, but I was so miserable last time we went that I just can't imagine going back, not to mention the fact that I am now 20 pounds heavier, and I am now taking a drug that warns about heat sensitivity.
The last time we went, the only AC that was available was in our rented car, and yes, I do admit sneaking out to the car in the middle of the night just to get some relief.
I'd be really angry with myself if I do go and then get sick from the heat.
Life really is a bowl full of cherries once you learn how to spit out the pits.