The first thing anyone would tell you about summer in Israel is that it's hot. Not hot like, “Don't forget your hat and sunscreen.” We're talking hot like walking into a pool of bubbling lava. But we Israelis are so used to it that we've learned to adjust, surviving by spending as little time as possible outside, skipping from one air-conditioned place to another and, of course, using our Jewish-born privilege to complain.