When I was two, I was nearly new
‘… la bimba?‘ I look up. There’s a two year old in a pink bikini standing in front of me with an enquiring look on her face. I realise too late that she was asking me a question. I have … Continue reading
‘… la bimba?‘ I look up. There’s a two year old in a pink bikini standing in front of me with an enquiring look on her face. I realise too late that she was asking me a question. I have … Continue reading
‘Teacher! My teacher! Oh my god!’ Lucio, the owner of Atlantis, the restaurant in which we’re eating tonight, is over the moon to see Alex. Alex taught him two years ago, and there’s a lot to catch up on, apparently. … Continue reading
I have just over a week left in Salento. I’ve taught my final classes and now have lots of external exams to do, but already the air is more relaxed around here. 32 degree heat and sunning myself on the … Continue reading
After a week in which we drove to Foggia (3 1/2 hours each way) and then sat in a room asking students the same questions over and over again for 6 hours, then tried (and failed) to stop them from … Continue reading
I’m not a big fan of things that fly: they freak me out. And yes, I do include planes in that list. I’m therefore planning an epic cross-Europe train journey home at the end of this month, to which I’m … Continue reading