Back in the good ol’ USA, snow and ice are melting (and then falling again), cherry blossoms are blooming, people are packing away heavy winter gear: it’s Springtime.

I saw the same Blood Moon Eclipse as the USAers. The Earth rotates and revolves, time passes. But not much changes, weather-wise. Here, in San Gil, even the rainy season is dry. Is it Tuesday? Is it April? It is difficult to track the passage of time without seasonal change. This is why people washed up on deserted islands make hash marks on driftwood.

I’ve been traveling more than 200 days (200!) and sometimes I forget; I’ve been telling people I’ve been in Colombia for two weeks for the last 24 days. I have had mostly sunny skies and summery-warm days. Even on the top of the mountains, where it goes from cool to downright freezing at night – no, really, I broke out my “glacier-appropriate” jacket in Costa Rica – it’s still tee-shirt weather during the day.

The rain never turns to snow … nor sleet … nor ice. Indeed most of the local people I meet have never seen snow in person. Guatemala’s rainy season was extended about three weeks because of a tropical storm on Mexico’s coast, but even that was nothing compared to the regular downpours of the plains. And of course Colorado was much bigger news in October with the horrible flooding.

I never expected to feel nostalgia for snow and cold and winter. And I don’t. One year-long hot season with some rain is perfectly fine with me. HAHAHA!