The Weather Outside is Frightful

In true November fashion the weather has begun to change on us. While leaves have been turning orange and the chestnuts have been falling (nearly on our heads) for some time now, the days have remained full of sun and a perfect 70 degree average (we’re still not used to the Celsius measurements of temperature). This last week all of that changed. We woke to our first morning frost (and cursed it as we trekked to the train station with frozen ears and noses), and the evenings have left us longing for the old days of carpet that kept our feet warm as we try desperately to keep our stocking feet off of the cold tile floors.

To add insult to injury, the heater in the bedroom is on the fritz, and although Dante has done his part by having a repairman over to inspect the problem, we are incessantly waiting for a part to come in the mail (which, if you know anything of the Italian post’s reputation you understand the problem).