I usually visit my son Seth in Brazil in October, the equivalent of New England’s April—pleasantly balmy temperatures and blue skies.  This year, however, I decided to try the equivalent of Boston’s August by visiting in mid-February.

At 5:45 a.m. on a February morning in freezing rain with snow on the horizon, I left for Boston’s Logan Airport. I arrived in São Paulo to 35 degrees Celsius or 95 degrees Fahrenheit

The next day, the sidewalks and shops of São Paulo were filled with women of all ages wearing shorts and skimpy tops.  Of course, I, in my New England style and being 80-something, do not have those items in my wardrobe. So not only was I “notice-able”, I was darn hot.

My beautiful future daughter-in-law dressed perfectly for the weather.