To encounter rain in Italy is to hit a moment of confusion. In the mind’s eye, Italy is perpetual sun. Burning heat as you wander past ancient monuments; lemon gelato in sun-dappled piazza; ducking into a church to be struck at once by the cooler air and the gilded brilliance of the altarpiece.
Objectively, I had a mix of weather during my three weeks in Croatia. In my mind's eye, it is all sun-drenched water and limestone.
This makes me think of a twist on Sartre’s most famous line. In being defined by the wants, expectations & needs of observers it becomes hell.