The pool at the hotel

Yesterday evening, when Palmer went into the pool at the hotel we were staying at in Capitola, I merely put my toes in at first. Then I went up to my ankles, finally sitting on the edge and dangling my legs up to my knees in the water. It was heated by California standards, which means the pool was about 75 degrees. I however do not consider that warm enough to submerge myself in it completely.

I suppose I got spoiled with the pools in Iceland, naturally heated with geothermal water. Or maybe it was because the air was so cold in Iceland. Anyhow, I never hesitated to jump in a pool there.

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