A Chicagoan’s Guide to San Diego Part 7: Weather
January 18, 2012
In Chicago, my idea of a good day is one where I don’t have to step outside for anything except to let my dog out. The weather is always one extreme or another, but if I have to, I can safely brave the elements. San Diegans completely freak out with any slight variation from 72 degrees and sunny. The second day we were here it happened to be overcast and raining on and off. We went to the In N’ Out Burger where the guy who took our order seemed distracted. He apologized and said he kept thinking it was 7am (it was 4pm) because it was cloudy outside and he wasn’t used to it. I revved up to start a rant about how in Chicago you wake up and it’s sunny but by the time you get outside it’s storming with golfball-sized hail. Or how you can go weeks without so much as seeing the sun. My companion gently guided me away before I could get very far into it, though.
A few days later it was 80 degrees and natives kept apologizing to us for the weather. “What do you mean?” we’d ask.
“Oh it’s just so hot. It never gets this hot, this is killing me.”
Really. Eighty degrees with an ocean breeze and no humidity? I’ll take it!
