I was brought up in sunny California. It is an accurate description. The Christmas that I got my bicycle, my friends and I spent the day after riding all over the neighborhood.
The sun was busy doing it’s thing; there was hardly a cloud in the sky and the only reason we were sweating was because of our riding.
I guess I would have to say that that southern California weather is my favorite. Obviously, I was not alone in my opinion. During the time I spent in the area, property values skyrocketed.
It does somewhat remind me of one of my favorite Yogisms, “Nobody goes there anymore. It’s too crowded.” He was talking about one of his favorite restaurants. I’m referring to my favorite place on earth. Considering the weather, it’s hard to imagine people leaving, but they are, for a number of reasons, not the least of which it’s too overcrowded.
Too be sure, there were rainy days. Occasionally, it did get uncomfortably warm, but they were the exception. Most anywhere else they seem to be the rule.
So, alas, I spend the remainder of my life in a place with hot humid summers and cold windy winters because I chose a place not so crowded over a place with the ideal weather.