My summer was a winter. It always happens to me. My wife and I spend most of our summers in Brazil. As everybody knows, the world is upside down there, and if you trade you time here for a vacation in South America you end up missing your summer. Well, not so much. In Campinas, where we have a little apartment, winter can be quite nice: days in the upper 70s, evenings in the mid 60s. If it’s below 60 F, people think they are freezing.