Well, the heat has finally descended upon southern Italy, and it is brutal. Before having a baby, I could handle the hot days without much air conditioning. Yes, I am an American who comes from the land of 24/7 AC. God bless America! But I understand that electricity costs are triple in Italy what they are in the States. So, I reserve AC use here for a couple hours in the evening, so we can fall asleep more easily or in the afternoon if I have to turn on the oven to cook something. The homes in Ischia are built of cement with tile floors and there’s always that precious sea breeze, so with the windows open, you can usually survive, especially if you are sitting at a computer with a fan under it most of the day. Plus, on your days off, you can always go to the beach.
Still, now that I have Baby Boy by my side, the heat is getting to me. We don’t make it to the beach nearly as much as I would like because of my insane work hours, and Baby Boy doesn’t allow for the sedentary lifestyle of yesteryear in Italia. He’s always running and jumping, so I’m always running and jumping after him. At the moment, he is sleeping (with a bit of AC on in his room), and I’m in the kitchen typing away as beads of sweat crawl down the small of my back despite the fan pummeling me with air. By the way, the Italian mammas might run me out of the country for leaving on the AC for my sleeping babe; they believe air conditioning is terrible for your health. It’s something about crooked necks and arthritis and pneumonia. I’m not sure. All I know is that with the heat wave, I am once again longing for a ticket to air conditioned U.S.A. Instead, I’ll have to settle on sneaking the AC for Baby Boy and letting him puddle jump after one of his outdoor showers to keep cool. Take that anti-AC Italy!