A couple of minor breakdowns aside, I think I'm finally starting to get a handle on life in Rome. I'm not exactly homesick, just finding some things really hard. The language barrier has been a lot more of an obstacle than I was expecting. And combined with the distinctly unique Italian way of doing things (which I'm sure I'll
complain blog about in due course), I've found myself struggling just to get some stability.
But the stability is slowly arriving. I'm learning my way around, and I finally know where the essentials are, like the supermarket and launderette. I'm even starting to cope with the weather. At the beginning, I would head out and arrive home in a horrible, sweaty mess. Now... well, it's not as bad. I've just been observing the Italians and seeing all the little things they do to deal with the weather. Like not leaving the house between the hours of 12pm and 4pm. Under any circumstances. And always walking in the shade, even if you have to cross a busy street to do this.
There's another huge factor in coping with the heat: pace. Last week, I was out walking when Toots and the Maytals started playing on my iPod. With this, my pace dropped to a slow, relaxed strut (I challenge anyone to listen to Broadway Jungle and not feel like the baddest motherfucker on the planet). Strangely enough, this change of pace helped a lot, the heat wasn't as much of an issue. That's when I noticed that the Italians walk at a similar pace, and with a similar strut although theirs seems to come naturally.