Well, the calendars say it is March. I have not had my birthday yet, and it’s in March, so, I must conclude that it is indeed March. Why then did today feel like a day in late May here in very sunny and very warm Milan? No idea, but it was very welcome.
Winter, such as it was, appears to be on its way out, and, after today, it’s almost as if we are going to fast forward through spring and head straight for summer. I even saw a couple of Brits out in shorts, which is not something you see too often back in the UK in the same month. Indeed, my jeans felt as hot and sweaty as they usually start to do in late May, and as soon as that happens, it’s out with the linen trousers and the shorts.
Stop reading, start speaking
Stop translating in your head and start speaking Italian for real with the only audio course that prompt you to speak.
And nope, today was not really a one off mini-heat wave, it has been getting steadily warmer here since about mid-February.
We even had a little mini-picnic down in the park and the whole world and his father were also down there sunning themselves.
I’m still not convinced, though. I mean, is it really March??