Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer

Recently I realized that I haven’t enjoyed summer since the mid ‘90’s because the temperature in the highlands of Mexico where we were for ten years changed from dry and cool to wet and colder and while Orlando had summer weather most of the time but it lacked the carefree, wear-flip-flops-while-you-can-because-winter-is-right-around-the-corner feeling.

But January in Buenos Aires is Summer. The city empties out as people flock to the beaches further south, or over in Uruguay or Brazil and those of us who stay weather the heat and humidity with shorts, sundresses and ice cream. We’ve begun to really appreciate the “good airs’ the city is named after and our youth ministry institute meetings are so much more enjoyable when they take place in the shade of a big tree and are accompanied by a cookout.