It was surprisingly overcast, and the chilly wind that rustled the eye-level palm trees didn't seem to bother Ana, so I tried not to worry about her comfort after the third time I asked if she was doing ok.
There were signs on the roof that read "Do Not Enter," but they were only on one small side of the roof and so I chose to use the other, signless area. We threw our legs over the four foot high railing carrying a small bag of clothing options, and Ana stripped down to the underwear and lace vest we were going to start in. We were the only ones up there, and it felt like the only ones awake in the whole neighborhood, being 9am on a Saturday morning.