We’ve been driving for ten minutes and have just seen our hundredth (approximately) Expo Sposi poster. They’re so ubiquitous that I barely need to look at it to know exactly what it says. There’s a five-foot high smiling bride, modestly … Continue reading
Inspired by Pam at Nerd’s Eye View, and because it’s Boxing Day and I’m still too full of food to even contemplate writing a new post just at the moment, I’ve decided to summarise my favourite posts from this past … Continue reading
Just a quick one to say that I had an email from Heather at Matador Network this morning, telling me that my blog has been featured in their list of 20 Awesome Expat Blogs. Apart from mine (obviously) there are … Continue reading
It’s Saturday night and there’s a wine festival going on. We teachers don’t need asking twice. Roping in Liv and Meg’s (perpetually far more sober) Italian boyfriends to drive us there, Olivia, Megan, Alice and I pile into cars and … Continue reading
Meg and I are sitting on the stairs outside the school. There’s a tiny wee boy from Carly’s class sitting with us, looking very shy. Meg’s phone rings. Yep. No, don’t worry. There’s only one student here at the … Continue reading
Maybe it’s the English-accented Italian, or our clothes. Maybe it’s that we’ve turned up somewhere between 9 and 9.30. Maybe it’s just the fact that they’ve never seen us before and put two and two together, but as soon as … Continue reading
A picnic. By the sea. At night. Well, it has to be done, really. In true English fashion, ignoring the fact that the forecast is for rain, Alex and I pack up a load of sandwiches and wine and head … 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
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
