I’m still getting used to the idea that it’s the height of summer here in New Zealand while back in Philly everyone is bundled up to ward off sub-freezing temperatures. It’s hard to reconcile cognitive dissonance of scheduling a January lunch meeting at a restaurant that overlooks a beach full of sunbathers in shorts and tank tops.
(In fact, I didn’t realize our meeting was literally right across the street from the beach, so I wore the not-entirely-practical beach footwear of cowboy boots.)
(I am so American.)