|Me, after about a week in Utah's climate|
But. I have made my home in the Land of Rain, where it is fairly humid most of the year, and I've gotten acclimated to nine months of gentle drizzle punctuated by occasional sunbreaks. I am no longer inured to Utah's high-desert climate, where you can feel the aridity sucking all the juices out of your eyes, nose and mouth, where you wake up in the morning gasping for water, where your hair turns into a thatch of dried split ends and your skin grows so chapped that hand lotion becomes a necessity, not a nicety. And that's after three days. Even walking around in an unusually wet snow for the state, you can feel yourself slowly dehydrating.
Will write later... gotta go find a glass of water.