Can I just say that I cannot wait for November 1st, aka the day northern Italians are LEGALLY allowed to turn on their heaters?! I am tired of wearing two pairs of socks to bed, tired of sleeping with my head under the covers, tired of stealing my roommate's hair dryer and blasting hot air over my toes (although, I admit, that feels reallly good). I am from Florida. I cannot take this.
Okay, rant over. Nothing like the thought of little Roma children sleeping outside under the cold, stone arches of Piazza Annunziata to put it all back into perspective for me. Kind of.
Unrelated: Link to my story on truffle hunting published in The Florentine, the English Language newspaper here. Look ma, I'm a real food writer!
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