Another cold front has passed through Mexico, and we ended the year on a nippy note. Last night the temperature dipped down to 41 degrees Fahrenheit. (Remember that central heating is nearly non-existent in Mexico City homes.) This morning at 9:00 as I was preparing to head to the family house to spend New Year's Eve, the temperature was still only 45 F.
As you can see from this photo I took of the forecast on the Weather Channel, in spite of the sunshine, by noon it was still going to be a bit chilly at 61 degrees.
Looking out the window, I could see people bundled up in warm coats. Before leaving the apartment, I put on a warm long sleeve shirt and a pullover sweater over that. As I walked to the bus station, I almost wished that I had a scarf and gloves. Yes, I know that as I write this, the temperature back in Ohio is 29 with a wind chill of 17. A temperature of 45 would be considered very balmy up there. I don't why, but when it's in the 40s here, it feels colder than that. I have to laugh at tourists who think that they should pack shorts and sandals for a trip to Mexico City in December.






