The weather has been so miserable day after day that I have decided one more time to search my writings for the first day I have worn sandals since my arrival in Motovun. Luckily, the record is already there (“Sandals, What Sandals?” April 9, 2013). Last year I started wearing sandals on April 14 (“My Winter Shoes,” April 14, 2013). So far, the worst year was 2009, when I lamented on May 4 that sandals were still a dream (“Memories of English Weather,” May 4, 2009). This year is likely to be the same and perhaps even worse, though. According to all the weather forecasts I am aware of, it is supposed to continue raining through the end of April. The beginning of May cannot be much different, either. Memories of English weather thus make me shudder again. And these are painful memories, to be sure. Which is why I do not even dare look through the window right now. Dark and drizzly Istria looks exactly like dark and drizzly Berkshire, I can tell without looking.