I am on vacation for a week. I live up north, where the winter weather is cold and miserable, so I was extremely excited to head south. I suffered through a whole day of driving and flying to finally make it to my destination. By the time arrived, it was three in the morning. I was exhausted. I checked into my hotel and went right to bed. I didn’t have the opportunity to enjoy the outside weather at all. I had gotten up that morning to super cold weather, and was forced to run the heater. I wore long pants and my winter coat. I shivered in the airport and on the airplane. Then, when I finally made it to my hotel, the air conditioner was running. It was quite strange to exchange a heater running at maximum capacity with an air conditioner running at full blast in one day. I couldn’t quite get used to it. I was huddled under the covers in my bed, tempted to turn off the air conditioner. I wondered if my hotel room even offered a heating system. The outside temperature in the area rarely drops below sixty degrees. I was excited to get up in the morning, and head outside. It was so nice to leave my winter coat in the hotel room. I spent my whole day, out on the beach, in the sunshine. By the end of the day, I was ready for the air conditioning. I got a bit of a sunburn and the cold air felt heavenly. I slept on top of the covers, with the air conditioner pouring over me.