I grew up in Barranquilla, Colombia, where it was incredibly hot and humid year-round. There was no crisp fall breeze to be had for hundreds of miles. As a result, I now love when summer turns to fall in Manhattan. The bite in the air, the school buses back in motion, and the comforting sounds of football coming from my living room television (oh, the things you learn to find solace in when you marry an American man).
However, we ...more