From Eighty to Zero Overnight

This was the scene that met me when I left for work this morning. It was cold and felt like zero with the wind chill. The ground was frozen solid.

By the time I walked down to work, my feet were blocks of ice, despite the fact that I was wearing boots, wool socks, and wool tights.

It was just brutal.

On the other hand...



This was me on Sunday morning.

Chris and I are getting ready to board the ferry from Utila to La Ceiba and start the long march back from Honduras.

Note the tank top. The low temperature on Utila that day was 70 degrees. On Saturday I was laying in a bikini, drinking a lovely chilled beverage on a Caribbean beach.

Cruel, cruel world.