This is a relatively new condition. In my younger days, the heat didn’t bother me at all.
I remember a time when we traveled to Granada, Spain. One of the hottest regions of the country. It was not unusual for the temperature to reach over 40 deg C (104 deg F) but I wasn’t bothered at all.
While in Granada we visited the Alhambra and Generalife. It was hot as hell, but the heat didn’t have an effect on me. We walked around for hours, enjoying the scenery, taking pictures, and we didn’t care about the heat.
In one of the gardens of the island, where we enjoyed a delicious ice cream, things went wrong. The scenery was beautiful, trees and flowers were everywhere and live size statues of angels and the twelve apostles dotted the grass.
In doing so, I draped my right arm around the statue’s neck and with my left hand pretended to pull his beard.
My goodness had I made a mistake in doing that. The gardener came charging at me, pitchfork in hand, swearing at the top of his voice. He yelled in Italian, and even though my Italian vocabulary was limited, I understood that my actions had been disrespectful to the saint.
Seeing him waving that pitchfork I wasted no time. I took off as fast as the grass and my flip-flops would allow me. The gardener, even though he was well into his sixties, was in surprisingly good shape.
I can’t remember how long the spring lasted, but I outran him. When me folks caught up with me they told me they had to pay a considerable amount for them to keep the camera and to keep the police out of this matter.
They were also told to leave Capri as soon as possible. So we did, we visited the Blue Grotto and then we headed back to them mainland.