Heat vs Humidity. There's a Difference.

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(This is my response to @Raelove 's post, 'The Hell that Is Humidity') I've spent time in Tucson, Arizona and Kisumu, Kenya. The two places share a weather relieving factor: humidity is low. I've come to find that it isn't the actual sunlight or heat that bothers me; it's the humidity. The feeling of slick, sweaty skin that is suffocated by the clinging of moist cotton makes me immediately uncomfortable. I despise how once in the security of air conditioning, clothes must be peeled off and immediately thrown into the dryer. In the humidity, clothes are a one time use as stinky sweat has soaked them through completely. The dry heat is wonderful. I remember sitting out under an acacia tree in Kenya thinking that it was at least 10 degrees cooler in the shade than in the direct sunlight. And then later that day, we (my schoolmates and professor) hiked to a near by school to "challenge" the local soccer/football club to a match. The school was up a hill right on Lake Victoria, and I swear, the same day I was thinking about how hot it was, I wanted a sweater. Perfect. I also ride horses. There is nothing worse than 92 degrees sunlight, 1,000% humidity, and having bits of pokey straw glued to the skin under my boobs. Not to mention the constant drip of salty sweat falling from my brow directly into my eyes. When I go to rub the saliferous irritant from my face, nothing but a wet, slippery forearm, also covered in muck and hay, is my option. Gross. Humidity is the devil, but I refuse to let it keep me down! At least, not when it comes to doing things I love. I just dream of that perfect place, where the weather is always what I want it to be, whenever I want it to be. Aka Hawaii. Aka Heaven.