The Bora has come, the Bora has come!  The Bora is a type of strong wind that comes from the east, over the Adriatic Sea.  This is the first really clear day since we've been back and it's because it's blowing like mad.  I love it.  The locals hate it.  It is so rarely windy here and today it's "knock your hat off and chase it down the street" windy.   When it blows like this here, there are serious problems in northeastern Italy.  The strongest winds hit Trieste, a city at the upper tip of the Adriatic.  The streets in Trieste are lines with ropes and chains so that pedestrians don't get whipped out to sea.  The roofs are covered in heavy stones so tiles aren't turned into projectile weapons.  I've never been but would love to see it.

At work we have a flummoxing problem.  Three times now, my colleague in the library has found large footprints on the toilet seat in the handicap stall of our bathroom.  This is why we are flummoxed.  The footprints face the wall.  A squatter would face out.  There is nothing on the wall or ceiling to entice a person to stand up on the seat.  I feel like Nancy Drew in " The Case of the Footprints on the Toilet Seat".  We run back and forth a few times a day to see if the prints are back, trying to figure out who is leaving them.  Once we figure out who, we can ask the why!  Work can be a little slow sometimes...

xxoo me