Heat, Sticky Bed Sheets, And the Streets of Taiwan

Mid spring the sun is shining, the streets are bustling with mopeds galore, and the heat is blazing; it's 6 am and the marketplace beneath my uncle's house is waking up. Rolling over in bed, I feel my skin sticking to the bed sheets and slowly peel myself away from the fabric and head to the shower. The air is muggy in my uncle's house, the moisture sticking to my skin slowly making me sweat. In attempt to cleanse myself from the sticky bed sheets, I cool off in an ice cold shower - it does little to no help, once I'm out of the shower I feel myself begin to sweat again.
My uncle has already opened up his jewelry store, the rings and necklaces displayed in the windows and display counter tops. He's sitting at his work station, firing away at a piece of metal carefully working it into some sort of accessory.
Outside there is a slight breeze that does little to help the heat situation. I stare at the marketplace in front of me and find myself staring in awe. The shop owners that line this street are already getting to work. Most of the owners are 50 year old men and women, some have been working here all their lives, their families passing their business down through generation after generation. There are people of all ages busying themselves in this marketplace; mothers with their children in tow, buying fresh fruits and sugarcane, business men leaving heading to their jobs, teenagers heading to school, and then there's me.
I look at the culture around me, this is the home of my ancestors. Although the heat is not desirable, it is bearable and ads a unique touch to Kaohsiung. The jewelry shop my uncle owns has been here for years, possibly even decades passed down from generation to generation.
As I walk past the clothing shops and the food stands, I come across a fruit stand at the edge of the marketplace. Of all the fruits I've seen in my travels, none have looked more delicious than these. The apples are ripe and ruby red, the peaches and nectarines are voluptuous - everything looks amazing. After much deciding, I pay the woman for an apple and walk away. As I take my first bite, I find myself in heaven. The apple is quite possibly the juiciest apple I have ever had, its juices fill my mouth and are refreshing; my thirst is quenched as I finish my apple.
A week later, my trip comes to an end and I find myself longing for the heat that I had come accustomed to, I wake up at 6 am to an unusual silence from outside; I want to go back.