If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I might not have believed it. Last week we had 5 gorgeous days full of sun and warmth. The birds were singing, the bugs were flying around in a freshly-hatched mania, and we sat out in the yard on chairs and soaked in the golden sunshine on our skin.
Fast-forward to this week. Monday was a cloudy and dreary day, with some rain at night. Tuesday was even stranger. There was rain in the morning, and then in the afternoon Rome was hit with a thunder and lightning storm, accompanied by hail the size of peas! What in the world? We were lucky enough to make it home without being pelted by these hateful little ice-chunks, but the strangest was yet to come.
Wednesday morning I (Allie) got up extra early to accomodate a student's request for an 8:30 lesson. As I walked to the train station I cursed myself for not bringing my gloves, and I thanked myself for the foresight to bring my scarf ou of the closet again. All the way to the station the air was filled with a mist of stinging little raindrops, but nothing heavy. Then, as I stood on the platform waiting for the train, the unthinkable happened. It began to snow! Big, fat, wet snowflakes that melted instantly upon hitting the ground, but snow nonetheless. I was utterly confused.
The rest of the day was somewhat mild, but naturally the temperature is a far cry from what we saw last week, and we are faced with the realization that as much as we'd like it to be, spring is not here yet!
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