In September 2003, Mike & I went to “Festivals Acadiens” in Lafayette, Louisiana. Our aim was to spend three days dancing to live Cajun bands. That we did.
But we did something more.
We sweated.
We
sweated like we had never sweated before. We were dancing all day long outdoors,
on grass, to live Cajun bands. We couldn’t believe the heat. It was 88 degrees Fahrenheit
and so humid we could hardly breathe. Still we danced along with hundreds of
people old and young who surrounded us in a happy throng.
Then
we heard a guy nearby saying, “Thank God the heat broke.”
What?
