the african winds bloweth

its. so. hot. here.

its so hot that i step right back into my apartment when i take one step out into the mega-bright street and wince at the cheery temperature display showing an ugly 35 degrees celsius.

its so hot that i have had a gelato for THREE consecutive days and have proceeded to weep inconsolably as i think of the massive calorie intake from those evil icicles. (my favorite flavors of summer are yoghurt naturale, mango e pesca (peach) and miele e sesame (honey & sesame))

its so hot that you feel a hot wind blowing at you as you try to sit outside to enjoy your lunch.

and its scary because it only heralds the beginning of summer. egads.