After three weeks of h0t weather, I'm back home. The high temperature does have one huge plus, I've found out. I'm now sort-of used to it, so I can properly sleep here, where it's somewhat colder.

Three weeks of camping have reassured me how much I hate tents and anything related. The first week, at Camping Toscana Village, the damn campsite didn't even have toilet paper. You had to carry a roll of toilet paper everytime you wanted to have a good p00. Thank goodness I was within 25 steps of the toilets. The second and third weeks, at Camping Piani Di Clodia, were somewhat better in that respect. There was that little thing where there was no means of getting drunk after 11 pm, but who would want that anyway?

Anyway. Italians seem to love underwear. And especially sexy underwear. In every mall in every city, there is at least one Intimissimi store (sexy underwear). Most of the time, there's a Calzedonia (sexy swimwear) within 20 steps of it, accompanied again in close range by an Intimo3 (sexy underwear and swimwear) store. Really, it's overkill.

One thing those crazy Italians do well: they know how to make food.