(image by Piccolina Photography on Flickr) The next 10 days are quiet. Classes are taking a while to be programmed in – obviously, George’s departure has upset the timetabling a bit. It’s quite a relief to be starting off slowly, … Continue reading
Strangely, with George gone, things begin to get better. Alex comes out of his shell, and we discover that we have a shared sense of humour. I am still homesick, but it’s not quite so overwhelming. Sadness does have a … Continue reading
The next day dawns sunny and gorgeous. Fantastic. We head into school late morning, hoping to catch up with the boss and start getting organised for the start of term in a few days’ time. Hmm. Not so much. The … Continue reading
(image by Konrad on Flickr) As I walk tentatively out into the arrivals lounge, I see two men, one holding a sign bearing my name. The man holding the sign is slightly built, with buzz-cut dark hair, looking to be … Continue reading
There were things that I had prepared myself for before moving to Italy: the lecherous men (check), the crazy driving (check), the amazing food and wine (wine – definitely check). I hadn’t, however, expected thunderstorms, ridiculously expensive clothes, even in … Continue reading
