Dry grass rustles as lizards scuttle away from the heavy-footed human padding along the road. Most of the time you don’t see them, but every so often they break cover and skitter up a wall or across the road. I … Continue reading
The road is flanked with bulrushes ten foot high. It reminds me of when I was a child and used to play in the maize fields. We weren’t supposed to do it, but we’d run in, breathless with terror, chasing … Continue reading
Ten euros. Are you in? I’m too tired to debate whether or not I actually want to go, so just hand over the money and collapse onto the table. Natasha laughs at me. That isn’t his name, but he did … Continue reading
In the six months that I’ve been living here I’ve got to know the Calabrian section of the A3 Salerno-Reggio Calabria well. It’s a beast of a road, winding its way more than 300 miles from Naples to Reggio, taking … Continue reading
These four cackled their way the full length of the beach and back again. Beachcombers When you’re a Jet, you’re a Jet all the way … Images by Kate Bailward
I’ve received a standing ovation in New York. True story. It’s a girls’ night out. We’re all dressed up with no place to go – it’s only 9pm and the club we’re heading for doesn’t open until midnight. What to … Continue reading
On Sunday night, after a weekend of relationship dramas and resultant heavy drinking, we decide that we should give our livers a break and wind down with a quiet meal at my flat. I offer to cook lasagne and the … Continue reading
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
There’s a spirited argument going on between the ten members of our group. Are we eating lamb or pork? We’ve fed some to Sam, the almost-vegetarian-who-makes-an-exception-for-lamb, and she’s perfectly content with that decision. That may just be to salve her … 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
