Last week I went to hear speak an author whom I adore. The inimitable Sarah Dunant.Venue: British Institute.Time: Dopolavoro.Transporte: Bici.Compagnia: Nessuno. Just me. As with
I was determined to go. I would go. I had RSVPed yes. This had been planned for weeks. I was definitely going to go. And
Jason had mentioned a few times that we might join an extracurricular excursion with his students and his colleague, Daniela, the inimitable Finnish-Indian-seems pretty much
On Thursday, Jason and I went to favorite hideaway on via dei Benci, Kome, for our customary Japanese lunch: nastro (sushi conveyor) and ramen sets. It
Picture this. An overcast Saturday morning. Kids are screaming and fighting over toys. And running around. And biking around. And kicking regulation soccer balls. In
Jason’s colleague, Antonella, supports the many cultural sidetrips that his students enjoy during their time at GIF (Gonzaga in Florence). Antonella is from the area,
