When I left Addis, people were complaining about the cold. It got down to 41 degrees one night (5 C), and I built a fire to keep warm on three mornings. Of course later in the day it was 75 degrees (24 C) and sunny.
Then I came here to Michigan, which is in the far north of the USA, on the Canadian border. I grew up here. I used to walk to school when it was zero degrees outside (-18 C). The cold didn't really bother me. But after 15 months in Addis, the cold actually *hurts*. My Mother was talking about the "warm December day" (32 degrees, zero C) and I was cringing and running for the car. I'm glad my Grandfather can't see me now.