I scroll down the newsfeed on my facebook. Back home, it looks like two weeks of no school due to -20 degrees F. Cold. Much snow. No one can drive due to mountains of snow. Kids jump for joy. Adults go out in this treachery to make a living.
Then there's Italy. No snow in Pisa. It's really not even that cold. It rains. Italians are terrified. Rain, o my. Yes, you will probably melt. Students here do not get the joy of a snow day.
But today, I woke up, got ready for work. Ate my vegan breakfast, and made my way to the bus stop. Early morning dread. Find out by a nice lady walking past...buses are not running. Story of my Italian life. Great, now I have to walk to work, and there will be no time for cappuccino di soia. Walking, walking, walking. Half way there, I get a call from my boss. Guess what, Italians are so afraid to get wet, the mayor said due to flooding, nothing can be open. I jump in the air. Do a small dance. Shout something only Americans would understand as spectacular. Walk back home.
No, in Italy, you will never get a snow day. But...you may get a rain day.
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