All men are equal before fish – Herbert Hoover I spent yesterday afternoon on the rocks. Literally. There’s a small, pebbly, black-sanded beach near me where I like to go on a sunny weekend afternoon. Four harpoon fishermen snorkelled about … Continue reading
I’m staying in a hostel in Siracusa. It’s a couple of days before Ferragosto and the place is packed with people from all different countries: France, Germany, South Africa, England and Italy – and that’s just in my dorm. I’m … 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
‘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
