This is one of those rare moments when New York and Mérida are at the same temperature, hovering around 67 degrees or so. (Sorry, I still haven’t adapted to Celsius yet.) If you want to nitpick, it’s actually a little warmer in Central Park right now, than at the Mérida airport, or wherever it is they track the temps.
Of course, we’re rejoicing at the warm spell; down in Mérida, where people grumble around the 75-degree mark, children are actually at risk because blankets and proper apparel isn’t always around. I’m told when I’ve completed my physical acclimation to the tropics, my fingers will turn blue at this point as well.
All things being equal, however, I’d rather be in Philadelphia… I mean, Mérida.