Well, there's no place like Rome for the holidays...
This is my third day in Italy, and we crossed through Florence two hours ago on our way from Pisa to the capital. It feels about forty degrees, but anything is balmy compared to how it must be in New England right now (Yahoo! Weather tells me that it's 17 degrees back home.) I can't adjust to Celsius, but I've got this handy pocket thermometer. It practically never snows here, though; it's a shame I'm leaving Thursday.
It's hard to adjust to Italian, since I don't speak the language. As it turns out, Spanish doesn't convert like us filthy Americans assume it does. The country's remarkably beautiful, though, and I don't mind sharing a sleeper car with my girlfriend for a week in pleasant, romantic Europe.
Take that, Antarctic Log! I'm in frightening, bizarre, desolate, uninhabited, penguin-infested Italy!
For the holidays, you can't beat Rome, sweet Rome...