Oh God. It's So Hot Inside, Everywhere

We realized this when we first got to the Airbnb, but we were too tired to think about the implications. There is only AC in the bedroom. This is common in Merida and--my friends tell me--in most places there it's very hot. We got in late enough that how truly punishing the spring heat is didn't really hit us, but oh, we learned today.

The AirBnB

I did not mention Carlos in my last post. He has been a wonderful host who has checked in on regular intervals from when I first booked to when I got the keys and walked in. The Airbnb is exactly like the pictures, which is nice. It's in a working class part of town that's slowly gentrifying.

The electrical in the house is bizarre from an American perspective. There seem to be too many switches and not enough outlets in every room. There are fans in every room, and the windows are slatted together. You turn a little knob to open and close them. Remember this, it will be important later.

There is a pool in the front. A garage, we'll never use. A kitchen with all the basics. The two bedrooms are connected by a Jack and Jill bathroom set up, which means we don't have to leave the cool air to visit each other. There's another half bathroom in the heat. All of us, even the baby, understood without saying that that was the poop bathroom.

It's not a bad place to spend two months, even if we couldn't yet find the washer (Carlos would tell me later it's outside near the drying lines).

But The Heat

When we woke up the next morning and left the safety of our air-conditioned rooms, we were slapped by the heat. It was unbearable. I understood then why people complained about humid heat. There were fans everywhere, and they didn't help at all. I'm legitimately wondering how I'm going to survive an entire summer of this.

We also learned that the water dispenser gave out hot water. That's right, it was so hot inside that the water was the temperature of a warm shower. Ignoring that, I do that to say that the dispenser is very cool, though, and I want one. It's just a little electric pump attached to one of those 5-gal jugs, but it feels revolutionary somehow.

With the hot tap water and us dying of heat, we decided to order ice. Rappi seems to be the Instacart equivalent app of choice here. I have to say that I felt really bad asking a guy to bring me $5 worth of ice and junk food. The junk food wasn't necessary for delivery, I was just trying to few somewhat less bad. It didn't work.

So This Is Why Everyone Has A Pool

We can't tolerate staying inside. The fans don't work, and it's unclear if opening the windows is helping or hurting. Might as well cool off in the pool. Izzy, of course, was hype. Everything became so much more tolerable after a dip.

This was whenI got the bright idea of ordering a dehumidifier off Amazon. After all, maybe the uncooled section could be tolerable if we could sweat. It was actually pretty nice right out of the pool.

Problem: You can't ship anything from the US to Mexico without a resident card thingy, which I didn't have.

Okay, let's try Amazon Mexico. Okay, that works, and my Prime subscription seems active as well. Nice. I spent $100ish on 2 shiny new decompressors and sent them to an Amazon locker to be picked up when we had time. Amazon told me the next day. Wonderful.

No Contact Delivery Rejected

Okay, it's ice and it's like 110 degrees outside, so I get why the guy was insistent that we take the items directly from him. Still, this was the second time it happened. I was pondering why the delivery guys were so against just leaving the stuff and walking away. We took the ice, and I was pretty grateful about it since it was already melting a lot just from the minor amount of time it was outside. My god, it was so hot.

We ordered some pizza, and again, the guy insisted we take it directly from his hands despite labeling the order no contact delivery. Okay, that's a cultural difference. In the US, people will drop your order and walk away.