I was in Southern Italy, suffering for a weather that did not correspond to what I read in my school books, and learning to hate the words "Azores anticyclone".

I was in Southern Italy, suffering for a weather that did not correspond to what I read in my school books, and learning to hate the words "Azores anticyclone". And later I switched to yearning for the comparatively friendly Azores anticyclone every time the damned African anticyclone came uninvited to the heart of the Mediterranean Sea, and made itself at home for weeks at a time.