After four months in Italy there aren’t many things from the United States I am yearning for. Granted, I wish I could turn on the television and watch a movie, but with a specific cord missing it might be a while. I also wish I had a lifetime supply of my beloved Frosted Mini Wheats and for that matter, some Friendly’s Ice Cream. But you know what I really miss? I miss my dryer.
Last year in Florida I really loved the fact I could run the washer and then dryer and be done with my clothes, sheets, linens, and towels, in a few hours. Here in Italy that’s not how it works. To begin the washer is a fraction of the size. This means what used to be one load, now takes two or three. Thankfully, I’m living alone so I can only imagine this process multiplied several times over.
Now during the summer months, it’s really hot here. The sun is vibrant and bakes the apartment building. It also quickly dries any washed objects. In early September, I washed my sheets and it took two hours for them to be completely dry. Let’s fast forward to late November and early December. Those hot summer days are long gone. We are stuck in a cycle of mid 40s to high 50s temperatures (degrees F) with intermittent rain and humidity.
Granted, I live right on the Adriatic Sea so humidity is a given but I had no idea that meant what used to take a few hours to an afternoon now has turned into multiple days of drying. That’s right, you read that correctly. I put my clothes out on the balcony and it takes around thirty six hours for them to dry on a good day. My coworkers have been less lucky with an even longer duration and that also wet smell we have grown to affectionately adore.
In my infinite wisdom, or is it lack of common sense, I thought it would be a good idea to wash my sheets last Saturday. According to the weather forecast there was only a ten percent chance of rain so I figured I was good to go. How wrong I was… When the skies opened up and I grabbed my wet sheets from the balcony I had to laugh.
The local weather needs to change their definition of ten percent chance to ten percent of the day give or take 20 percent.
With wet sheets I threw one sheet over a door and the other one over another with a fan put on high hopeful it would do the trick. If this had been Warsaw, both would have dried within a few hours. Not here in Brindisi. After eight hours, the fitted sheet was almost dry, but still had some damp spots. The other sheet was a lost cause.
Come bedtime, I wasn’t sure what to do, so I put what appeared to be a dried fitted sheet back onto the bed. Crawling in, I felt like a winner, until I noticed that the only dry part was where I was lying. My foot stretched out to the other side of the bed and I laughed at the cold, damp section. As for the other sheet, it hung on the door till the morning. Still damp, I lit the fan blow on it for six more hours till it was dry enough to put away.
Laundry has become an interesting experience. I should add I do have a dryer here, but was told it doesn’t work. Maybe next time I wash my sheets, we’ll see what “doesn’t work” means. Can it be any worse than what I already shared? Stay tuned…