It’s a funny thing about Italy. They may listen to a lot of American music, but they sure do have a lot of different habits. Waking up in the morning, it soon became clear that the winter thermals I had so grievously chucked out of the suitcase moments before heading out the door in Connecticut would have been a really really brilliant idea.
It turns out, Italians are legally limited to seven hours of heat a day. Hence, the fleece blanket in the closet. Hence, the hoodie, two layers of socks, long sleeve shirt and man pants from Old Navy I wore to bed last night. Though it may not be as frigid as Colorado or Massachusetts (where my roomsters are from) might be right now, Italian’s sure do have a lot more balls than us when it comes to winter. While we Americans impress ourselves with how long we can stay outside in January, these kids keep that temperature all month long. If you’re cold, you’re cold. And in most cases you’re probably wet too. There seems to be quite the propensity for that light pesty drizzle all day long. With tile floors thrown into the mix, this is quite the wake up call. I’m waiting for my body to adjust. Yep. Still waiting…
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