Summer left Ischia without even saying good-bye. The tourists cleared out of here in early September. And we went to the beach during the first week of the month, and it was still hot and sticky, perfect for jumping into the ocean for a dip. The next day, I turned around and the cold breeze of autumn had flown through our kitchen. I made a hot cup of apple cinnamon tea (from the States, of course) and threw on a long-sleeve T-shirt, and I haven’t looked back. Baby Boy is sporting jeans and even a cotton jacket over his polo shirts.
Indeed, this was a strange summer on Ischia. I’ve been here before during this time period, and usually we are at the beach regularly from early May to early October. All the Americans who were at our wedding here nearly five years ago can attest to this because we took a swim the day after the nuptials on Oct. 3. The weather is hot, so we can really squeeze all we can out of summer. This year, it was cold until mid June and it’s cold again in mid September. No matter, there are some fun things to look forward to in fall (and which you can expect to read about on this site soon). Baby Boy’s pizza-themed birthday party, Halloween, and Thanksgiving celebrations (yes, I’m forcing these American holidays onto the Italians here), and the vendemmia (grape harvest for wine making) and mushroom picking (both Ischitani traditions). Maybe a hot day or two will visit us in the next month and we can make it back to the beach (and actually into the water). Or maybe we’ll just be hanging out on the sand until winter.