My eternal search for the summer sun in the dead of winter
By Karen Bradbury
Published: Europe Traveler, January 20, 2011
From October to March, I’m cold. My husband, immune to the fluctuations of the thermometer and unaware that his jacket has a zipper running up the front, makes fun of my constant moaning. But for me, as soon as autumn settles in, I get a chill I just can’t seem to shake, and no matter how many layers I bundle up in, or how long I soak in the tub, I’m never really and truly toasty warm for any length of time.