One of the hardest things for me to get used to in Egypt was the weather. Yes, it's sunny 350 days a year. Yes, there's an almost constant wind that makes it a dream-come-true for windsurfers. Blah, blah, blah. I want seasons, dang it! I love the crisp air and new buds of spring and the colored leaves and nippy temperatures of fall. Egypt only has two months of spring (April and May) and two of fall (October and November).
This one's too hot! There are four months of summer with temperatures ranging from 80-110 degrees. Ouch!
This one's too cold! From December to March, temperatures range from 30-60. I'm sure that doesn't sound bad to people used to snow and ice -- but here's the difference. There's no indoor heating in Egypt. None. Zip. Nada. You end up putting three blankets on the bed and wearing clothes to sleep. Lots and lots of clothes. Two pairs of socks, two sweat-pants, turtlenecks, and assorted sweaters. I have an angora scarf I wrap around my head.
The biggest problem is once the temperature dips in December, you never thaw out until March. You spend days, nights, weeks, and months in jackets, sweaters and woolen footie-slippers. I sometimes type in gloves. My mouse hand frequently gets so cold I can't feel it. Yikes!