It was bound to happen eventually. And this time I really went all out. I'm in Bordeaux (the city!) for the weekend to meet up with other assistants and go to orientation on Monday. While I'm here, I'm staying at a lovely little hotel in the middle of town. When I arrived, I noticed that the room was pretty warm, as it was 85 degrees throughout most of France today. I remembered that the hotel had advertised air conditioning, and so before I left to meet up with people for the evening, I switched it on. Then I left for 6 hours. When I came back, tired and tipsy at 1am, I walked into what had become a sauna. Do you want to know why?
It was because I hadn't turned on the air conditioning. I had turned on the heat. The heat. THE HEAT. I'll say again that today was 85 degrees in Bordeaux. And I HEATED MY ROOM. For SIX hours. And boy, was it hot.
Sometimes I astound myself.
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