On Saturday 24 July, we took my mother to the airport in Copenhagen to fly back to California. After tooling around Copenhagen aimlessly for a few hours, we flew to Malpensa. Ironically enough, the guide book that rules Analyn’s travel life insisted that Peder Oxe was the best place to eat in Copenhagen – exactly the same place I had chosen a few weeks earlier with Ingrid and Ina. So I ate there twice. Who needs a freaking guide book?
Although the weather had been cooling down to the low 20s, going to Italy shot it back into the low 30s again. I just realized this summer why, as a child, I learned both temperature scales, rather than learning the conversion formula. First off, 9/5 is a mess, and then you have to add 32. But, assuming 20 and 72 are about the same, they don’t feel the same. Europe is much more humid and the air is somehow more solid. A European 20 is much warmer and more comfortable than a Californian 72. A breeze could blow off the Pacific anytime and chill you right down. In Europe, that won’t happen. When I was telling Analyn, before she came, that it was really hot – over 30 – she just said “oh that’s only 84” or whatever it is. But, soon enough, she learned than over 30 is damn hot.
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