We live in suburbia. And it is hot during the day. It’s muggy too if the breezes aren’t strong enough. BUT, Hawaii cools off every night and the evenings are really pleasant. Perfect for a stroll to the neighborhood ice cream shop or biergarten. Oh wait — we live in suburban America where the houses are in one area and the shops are in another. If we lived in a two bedroom apartment we’d have a better chance of being within walking distance of something, but not in a single family house. Drat. I miss the way everything was mixed together in Europe.
Taxes confound me as well. In Europe the taxes are included in the price. If the sign says a single scoop of ice cream is 1.10, then I can hand the cashier 3.30 and get three cones of ice cream. This is great if you have limited cash in your wallet and need to know exactly how much you are spending. Yesterday’s post boogie boarding at the beach shave ice was 2.00 per cup plus .50 each for ice cream at the bottom. I got 7.50 ready — but wait — there’s tax and it really cost 8.92. Drat. Now I’m fumbling for more change.
On the other hand, it’s Sunday and after we go to the farmer’s market, we’re going across the street to the supermarket — because it’s actually going to be open.
There’s a few of these little geckos in our yard, but they don’t seem to be any help with the very persistent ants that keep coming inside.