As we walk, there aren't really any sidewalks, but the people in the cars are very nice to let us go ahead. And it is BEYOND hot out. I was happy to be wearing a tank top and not go for my usual layered look.
We get so close to the supermerkati and i keep thinking of all the fruit I am going to buy and how good it will be when they are in my belly. But, wait....the doors are closed? But its only 3:00pm! It is crazy how un-work-oriented Italy is. They could be making money, but nooooo...they would rather eat lunch for 5 hours until they have to eat dinner for another 5 hours. STOP EATING and START WORKING! No wonder they hate America...land of the free, but only if you work your butt off. Personally, I don't know how people could not work and survive.
Anyway, Tim remembers that there is a supermerkati closer to the hotel, but smaller. I'm sweating so badly! I'm usually pretty good about the amount of sweat that pours out of my pores, but my shirt was practically soaked. I was saying that I don't care what we do, I just want a cold water with some ice to chew on. Tim said,"Uhh...I don't think I've had an ice cube in my drink since I left America. Everything is room temperature." How do these people survive in heat?!

Us all sweaty on the walk back
Now, we walked back to the room and I'm about to re-shower. We bought some ice cream (I remembered my lactaid pills!) and more water to put in the fridge (they were sitting on a table when we bought them) and are hanging out in the air conditioned room.I promise, when I find something awesome about Italy, you guys will be the first to know.
PS the power just went out...bye bye air conditioning and refridgeration...womp womp