I’m pretty sure that Fiji has humidity.
If someone defines a warm place as somewhere that people habitually leave their clothes off, then the only place I’ve discovered to fit that definition is my imagination.
It must be a very warm place.
That’s got to be the explanation for why I keep such a firm grip on the hand of my inner child.
I wouldn’t want him to go wandering off in such an environment.
Your inner child might wander off too far and find some Action he hadn’t bargained for. ;o]
I don’t like humid places with insects.
It gave me the creeps as a child when we would drive to Florida every year to visit my paternal grandfather and see cars with bug guards on their cars.
Yech.