There’s something in the air
Be careful of the air up there.
That’s what I hear a lot of the time when taking Luigi out for an evening stroll in the park. Yes, the park is at the highest point in town and yes, there is a good breeze up there. Why do you think we like to go for an evening stroll? And when it’s 90 degrees outside, I don’t think it’s a problem for a little air to touch my child.
People were just scandalized that I would take him outside with just a body suit on. I kept getting comments about how the poor child was probably cold and would catch a chill and someone told me to take him home and put long sleeves on him. (That particular person happened to be wearing a sleeveless dress.)
The other night it was a little chilly so I dressed him more warmly and I actually had comments about how finally I put long pants on him.
Yes, Italians tend to be obsessed with the air. If you stand where there’s a slight breeze you might catch a chill, regardless of the fact that it’s hot and you’re just dying for a hint of air. I’ve been in the car or bus with other people who insist on closing the windows even though it’s hot out because the air hitting their neck might cause problems.
Some things I’ve actually heard people say:
Yesterday I was sweating because of the heat, but there was a breeze last night and today I have a sore throat.
Fans are bad for you. One time I slept with one on all night in my bedroom and I woke up the next morning with asthma.
I have a headache because I didn’t wear a hat and it was windy.
A cold wind hit her back and now she has a pain in her kidneys.
I just shrug all this off until it affects me.
When I was in the hospital after having the baby, it must have been over 90 degrees in there, but I had some visitors who were horrified that I opened the window and let the air touch me after having surgery.
Luigi is obviously half American though because he loves to have the breeze hitting his face. I’m constantly being warned about that too and told how delicate babies are and I should keep him out of the air.
O tells me that it’s bad to have a breeze hit you when you’re sweaty. Tell that to the Scandinavian people who sit in saunas and then go outside where it’s below freezing. I just tell him that I’ve been sitting in front of fans for years and I’m still here, so I don’t think it’s going to get me today.
Of course, these are the same people who, in the winter time, will sit by a roaring fire in their coats, and then get up and go outside where it’s freezing. I would think that would be worse than a slight breeze hitting you during the summer. But hey, what do I know?
All I know is, whatever you do, be careful of the air.
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