It was cold every night. Oh, to walk easily into the dark under trees humming with cicadas and mosquitoes, to sit on warm grass beside houses throbbing with air-conditioners, to wallow in the heat with a glass of iced lemonade, to hear bicycle wheels on dry, asphalt roads! But that was all wishful thinking. It felt like a harsh spring in DC, and the wind was unforgiving. We couldn't get comfortable on the back terraces. We were continuously being blasted by that huge, electric fan from across the ocean.