“Sweet corn, Maaaaiize”
Saying it out loud like a sweet corn peddler as I walk into the office at 1pm makes me chuckle, thinking of all the people I could surprise into thinking I am Filipino with my voice.
The office is a little dead, the usual suspects are in the kitchen, making their lunches, chopping up pineapple to serve. I get asked about my morning trip to the Bureau of Immigration and we catch up on things that happened since we last saw each other…namely recounting the InPeace staff beach day with those who were unable to join us.
Eventually – inevitably, someone – Francis in this case – grumbles about how hot it is in Davao. Though I today too am wearing long pants, socks and shoes from my visit to immigration and am sweating my skin off, this grumble makes me feel good. In a weird way it is satisfying to know that I am not the only person who is suffering in the heat…that my filipino coworkers are also suffering in the hot hot sun, and in someway that I am more adapted to the heat, because it is ok to complain about how hot the sun is right now – look even sun hardened Filipinos are doing it.
I share my bathing tale from this morning: how I went for my usual glorious cold water bath, the one that gets me through every hot day, and how the water was so warm it didn’t even feel cold, or cool but body temperature.
Around the lunch table people nod their heads sagely, commiserating and wondering why the summers are getting hotter. Are we still feeling the effects of El Niño? Is it related to pollution or more people and less trees? Is it related to Global warming? That unbelievable liberal rumor…
Regardless, this brief hot moment makes me smile, knowing that I am not the only one who feels the heat…I might just be the only one who burns in 10 minutes of sun exposure. UV 12!!