My first note: We're roasting here in Buenos Aires. I hate heat. I hate summer because of heat. For two weeks now we're having very high temperatures in Buenos Aires, and I feel I will melt. From about 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. the streets becomes a sauna. Sometimes, when it gets really damp, going out at midday feels like swimming in warm soup, all sourrounded by the perfumes of the city. When a miracle happens and weather takes pity on us, it begins to blow a gentle breeze that allows you to breath. Yesterday night, for example, it came a strong wind that became a storm. It rained for about half an hour, and it bearly decresed the temperature. At home, we still had to sleep with fans on, and this mornign sun was back. And we are roasting again. I know some will say I'm overreacting , because farther north in Argentina, and farther north in South América, weather is even hotter, and they have these temperatures throughout the whole year. But in Buenos Aires we are not used to it. Every strange person you meet, instead of saying "Hello", he/she says "So hot, isn't it?" That's the new official greeting. As a result of all this, I want to move south (I don't think I will, but let me dream). I want to move south, for example, to Usuhaia, the most southern city in Argentina, where on month ago it was snowing! The land where summer days are so long, and nights are short! Where you have snow all year! Where everithing that is outdoors gets frosten! (That might not be that funny, but I have my garden frosten only once or twice a year and I want more of it). Ok, I will finish this here. I will apreciate any corrections and suggestions about more natural ways of saying what I tried to say. Goodbye!