I am a wilderness explorer!

Italians are bizarre. On my way to class this morning I saw three, yes three, people in down jackets. They have broken out the hats and gloves. They walk with a hunch. They rub their hands together. You all back home may be picturing a beautiful winter vignette. But the weather could not be farther from that. The weather topped out at 70 degrees. Yes, 70. I finally feel comfortable in jeans and a cardigan and they are busting out the wool sweaters. I shudder to think what would happen to a native Italian in Minnesota in the month of January. I don't think they would make it.

In other news, my apartment continues to crumble around us. The latest problem is the water heater. We awoke this morning to find a note shoved under my door, from my roomie Molly. She told us not to use the shower unless we were prepared to suffer from hypothermia. I checked, and turns out she was right. So this morning I washed my hair in the sink. I felt like some sort of wilderness explorer (I am waaaay cuter than Russell). We emailed SAI and they never emailed us back. By the time we could check our emails (darn class) and decide to throw in the towel and call them their office was closed. And of course, lack of hot water does not constitute an emergency, so we could not call that number. Needless to say, the residents of Trastevere 118 are quite peeved. We are all growing weary of the antics of our apartment and the lack of communication between SAI and us, and SAI and the agency who is supposed to fix things. SO FRUSTRATING!