We pray for heat and when it comes it’s just too hot. That’s what I’ve learned here in Italy. It’s the moral of this story. I do recall some hot days in the David Wilson library in Leicester, but nothing quite like this. Where the air turns to carbonara sauce and you have to punch your way through it just to get to the next drinking fountain. Most Erasmus students haven’t finished their exams, which means they have to study in this heat, where even being sat down counts as physical exercise.
Is this a downside to Erasmus? Probably not. I’m not really complaining. But it is actually a serious concern. If you’re used to walking long distances, you may have to scale down your ambitions. If you’re used to busy trams or buses, you may have to walk instead (if you like saunas, you’re in luck). If you want a chocolate bar, then congratulations: you just got hot chocolate wrapped in foil. If you’re partial to a glass of wine, maybe you should consider a glass of water instead. Actually, Turin has drinking fountains shaped like vomiting bulls’ heads all over the city. The discerning Torinese traditionally only drink something if it’s been filtered through an animal. My diagnosis for this temperature is Sicilian granita, or an ice cappuccino maybe.
You know where else is hot? Seoul, where I’m going in July. Why the obsession with studying in hot places? How do they do it outside the UK? Why do I blog so often about the weather? Why is my ice cream melting?