Golden hour
Some days, when you’re tired and fractious and under the weather, the only way to find balance again is to take a walk among the pines. And if those pine trees sit below a smoking volcanic crater turned deep red … Continue reading
Some days, when you’re tired and fractious and under the weather, the only way to find balance again is to take a walk among the pines. And if those pine trees sit below a smoking volcanic crater turned deep red … Continue reading
“They’re totally synchronised; look!” comes a laughing stage-whisper from behind us. I turn my head and poke my tongue out at Donato and Roberta, who are trying to distract us as we power-walk down the mountain. Davide grins but keeps … Continue reading
Everyone has some kind of vice – something that they’re a little bit obsessed by. For some people it’s shoes. For others it’s food. Then there are those who just can’t get enough of either. These beauties were spotted in … Continue reading
“More people are killed by lightning bolts on Etna than by lava flows,” says Donato as we walk up a shallow incline, paved with blocks of lavic stone. He points to a corner a little ahead of us. “My grandfather … Continue reading
It’s my first day back at school today, teaching new levels that I’ve never taught before. So to distract myself from the terror excitement, I’m thinking back to a day a few weeks ago in Agrigento, when my parents and … Continue reading