Moving to the US from Italy, I was sad to discover that most places in the country don’t have names for the winds. It seemed to me such a lack of connection to place and direction not to have a good idea of where the winds were coming from on any day.
In Italy the three I knew the best were the Tramontana (from the North), the Levante (from the East) and the Scirocco (SE).
The Scirocco blows up from the Sahara Desert, picks up sand and carries it over the Mediterranean. I remember waking up some mornings and seeing the world outside bright orange. Honestly bright orange, as if I was wearing orange sunglasses.
