There’s a two-position three-pole weather switch in Manzanillo that goes from comfortable and pleasant to hot and humid. But it’s summer in the tropics and not a surprise.
The Canadians know. I watched them descend on the city for the winter months, and then I watched them leave.
I stayed in a home on a golf course in Nevada for a while. I happened to be there when the world shut down for the first big COVID scare. I had plenty of time to watch geese flock in and take over the ponds. It was entertaining. Well, for me, but maybe not so much for the groundskeepers.
There would be a lot of honking and flurry of wings and a beating up of the water, and there they would be. And there they stayed; until one day it was once again with a lot of noise and great flurry they were gone. A fresh gaggle of goslings was ready to fly.
For the Canadians, it’s certainly not goslings that trigger the murmuration, but visa limitations, national health plan schemes, and temperature. But wherever they’re headed, whether it’s farms in Alberta or homes in Toronto, I wish them safe travels. They have not left behind angry grounds keepers, just stacks of concrete condominiums, staged and
ready for the reduced-rate, off-season rental market.
But the heat and humidity are no reason not to get out and walk about town. Just do it earlier. Shops and restaurants won’t be open, but if you get out in the neighborhoods, there are plenty of people up and about.
They will be gardening, or tending to outdoor chores, sometimes projects where they could use another set of hands. Just getting things done before the midday sun. Enjoy the city, and bye for now.
