Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Relentless Rain

You know, as someone who spends the vast majority of her year in Bristol, Rhode Island, I'd say I've become rather accustomed to rain. Rather, I've become so used to rain that donning a pair of Hunter boots and my North Face seems like an everyday activity. However, I will honestly say that, after continuously checking the Florentine weather and seeing no rain, I was unprepared for Florentine weather.


Not only did I neglect to bring rain boots, but I also didn't consider that the cobblestone streets are the perfect setting for hidden puddles. Just when you are sure that you've finagled your way out of every deep puddle on the street.....BAM! your foot is entrenched with mucky water and your shoe is damp for the rest of the day. Now, this may not seem so bad, but unbeknownst to you is that I have a minimum of a 20 minute walk to class and, subsequently, home. So, when one weather-ignoramus like myself gets her shoes soaking wet in the beginning of the day, she spends the rest of her meticulously-scheduled day walking with wet shoes and contracting blisters comparable only to those I've seen on the hands of my friends who row crew. Suffice to say that my feet hurt so badly that no pair of shoes seems friendly.

See this sky? Know what it's saying? "Hey there....just when you think I'm not going to, I'm going to downpour and ruin your day just because I can. Do I care that it hasn't rained in Florence once all summer? NOPE!"



Moving on, the rain has brought another dear friend, the common-cold. After four days of rain, my body gave me the royal "screw you" and bestowed upon me a cold that two days of Dayquil and Nyquil have yet to murder. Though I wholeheartedly acknowledge that things could be worse, I still feel the urge to publicly vent about these happenings via a public website. Ergo, today's post.


I'm going to stop writing before I become increasingly negative. Though I'm intensely aware of how lucky I am to be in Florence around such a vibrant culture, I am currently inclined to think only of my soaked socks and sniffles.


May the days ahead of you bring dry shoes and sunny skies!

1 comment:

  1. Shannon! I can commiserate with your wet street feet trials... since the rain comes and goes so quickly in Glasgow my shoes always seem to be wet. Sitting in lectures is draining, but mate! sitting in lectures with damp shoes is worse. First world problems? guilty as charged.
    Don't know if this would work for you, but if you can find a pair of light cotton shoes to keep in your backpack, then you'll just need to take note of the obscurely positioned radiators near your lecture halls so that you can dry your wet shoes for an hour or so, then you're set for the rest of the day! I've gotten quite a few pairs of mary-janes in Chinatown for just about £5/pair.
    Aaaany way! Hope you are feeling better soon : )
    -Courtney

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