White Christmas redux

It's snowing again here but, surprise, surprise, that hasn't had any major effect on the train (yet, fingers crossed). It was still late this morning but that's not unusual. What did amaze me was just how high the heating was on the train. I had to take my coat and my fleece off or expire in a puddle of sweat. Around me were all these Italian women dressed to the nines in their fur coats, acting as if we were actually in a freezer. I wonder how much was psychological (it's snowing outside so it must be cold) and how much was showing off (look at my lovely coat) but none of them seemed to be glowing let alone breaking into a sweat.

Another development of these early starts is that I've developed a latte makiato (forgive my spelling Mr Jam) habit. This is a large, hot milk with a shot of coffee. I'm not much of a coffee drinker but this sets me up nicely for the rest of the day and, such is my timetable, I usually have time for one before I start teaching. I'll never be Italian but I'm starting to make baby steps into embracing the culture.