Cold shower I love you!

I’m starting to REALLY look forward to cold showers. Yesterday for example I was on a ‘chicken bus’ for six hours from Leon to San Juan del Sur. The bus was overpacked, four people in my two person seat, bags being passed around overhead, sun beating directly on the back of my neck, my pants were soaked in sweat and my white shirt had a nice mix of sweat and dust from the road.

When I finally arrived and threw myself and my pack off the back of the bus and found a room in a house to rent for a few days, I could hardly wait for that cold shower! There was actually a real shower head versus a pipe coming from the wall and I didn’t need to leave my shoes on in the tiled floor versus a dirty cracked cement floor. It was heaven.

I tried a hot shower in El Salvador and I decided that I prefer cold showers, at least in this weather. First of all, it’s refreshing and the little ‘shock’ I’ve actually become accustomed to. Second, the air is colder if you have a hot shower versus a cold shower. Plus… you don’t take as long and you don’t waste as much energy.

Cold shower, I love you!