Originally uploaded by nonsonoitaliana

I know, I know, we need the rain. Northern Italy doesn’t get the rain that it used to, etc etc. But the thing is, I have been reading all these articles about global warming, and how farmers in England have started growing grapes for wine, and farmers in Spain are now planting vineyards in the mountains to escape the heat, and Ilario kept complaining about how warm it was… so I left all of my warm clothes, my boots, and my new rain gear in Sweden.

And of course, it was raining so hard when I arrived that I had to pull over on the autostrada and let Ilario drive because the combination of traffic and low-visibility terrified me. That was two days ago, and it’s only just now thinking of stopping.

It feels good to be home. I celebrated yesterday by baking a autumny cake that filled the apartment with the scent of cinnamon and nutmeg, and running errands (on foot, in the rain, yes), and just sort of wallowing in homeyness.

My parents arrive today, and I am going to pick them up at the train station. There is some concern that all their luggage won’t fit in our compact european car, but I’ll deal with that problem if and when it arises…


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