No respect for air conditioning

Oh, wow. The temperature in Beijing is easing toward the heat and humidity of a typical summer. Today, it was 82 degrees and comfortable outdoors. Indoors, however, there is almost no air flow and the air conditioning either isn’t on or is imperceptible in most places. I have always been a sweaty person. My need for air flow is real and significant. If there isn’t any air, I feel claustrophobic and my sweat level increases dramatically. Really. Give me a good fan or a breeze.

I returned to Hongqiao Market today to pick up some last-minute gifts. A jewelry maker at the Market is my newest friend, and she gives me excellent prices with no haggling and always makes an extra pair of earrings for me to keep. Her name is June. If you’re ever in Beijing, look her up. She will treat you well, friend of friend.

Riding the subway was a treat today. One train was blasting the air conditioning. Everyone around me was wearing long sleeves and multiple layers. They were cold. I, however, was delighted by that particular train. Unfortunately, all others were stiflingly hot. No air movement. None of the people around me appeared bothered at all. Sometimes, I wonder if they learn not to breathe on the subway. That would be an advantage. I may try that.

Only 12 days until I fly home. Until then, I’ll try to stay outside or in my apartment where I can catch a breeze or enjoy my fully engaged air conditioning.