It turns out that Mexico, specifically Mexico along the gulf coast, is a little more humid than Denver. And I mean a little in the way that I would prefer some sort of caramel cheesecake a little more than I would like to have day old bread (which if you know anything of my weakness for caramel means it was really damp in Mexico and bone dry back home). I’ve never lived in a really humid area of the country and I’ve been in Colorado for almost 8 years now, so it isn’t like I’m used to things being damp. When we got to the resort, we did think it smelled musty, and the fact that paper always felt a little wet and our gum had a horrible time.
I’m used to gum being borderline crisp when unwrapped to the point that you can almost snap it rather than bend it. Along the coast, the gum was borderline mushy instead – it kind of reminded me of chewing on some rather thick mucus, kind of like you just blew your nose into your mouth, only mint flavored.
And no, mint flavored snot still doesn’t sound good.
My hair got a little curlier even though it was pretty short and Rhiannon’s hair went pretty much completely straight. My skin got really clear and we didn’t use hardly any lotion at all. Rhiannon has since realized the major drawback to not needing lotion on her feet is that she would actually have to ask me to rub them with no pretenses. Currently, she can say “My feet are dry, would rub lotion on them?” rather than “I have no need of lotion but will you rub my feet anyway?” Honestly, I still would, but it does sound better the first way.
While I did enjoy the humidity, I wouldn’t want to live in quite that extreme. I already sweat pretty easily, but any time I perspire walking down a flight of stairs, I begin to question what type of cardiovascular shape I’m in. Also, I don’t like still feeling damp from a shower two hours after I attempted to dry off.
I guess for now I’ll stick with Denver and its dripping 10% relative humidity today.