Si, Marta, it rains in Italia!
True, brain like sieve, but I can’t remember ever being rained on during a visit to Italy. Last night, though, we were treated to a mighty tempest. Few here have air conditioning and in summer nearly everybody sleeps with windows (large windows) wide open, so when a thunderstorm rolls through, it is almost like being outside. There was no sleeping through that puppy. Il fosso (our little canal) is now two or three times as deep.
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