Viva Italy! When you’re standing on a cliff on the coast of the Mediterranean Sea, don’t look down. Look up, mumble a prayer and jump. I had always imagined that Southern Italy would be hotter. But in April, it was a mild 15.6°C. Thrashing against the current and the icy water that stung the lobes of my ears, it felt more like December in Pennsylvania than spring break in the Mediterranean. After swimming towards shore, I crawled up jagged rocks onto flat ground.