Guest post alert! I got to write a piece about my teaching experience in Italy for the ever so sassy travel blog How Not to Travel Like a Basic Bitch – one of my favourites. See my musings below and find out why I’m the least qualified teacher on the planet:
I was wondering how long it would take for me to start missing Florence after I left. Well, the answer is: precisely 3 weeks. To be honest, if it hadn’t been for the holidays in between (equal to lots of time spent with wonderful humans) this might have happened even sooner. At least it’s January now. It’s so grey, cold and despicably wet outside that I don’t feel too silly being caught by yet another fit of the grass being greener on the other side. So here I am craving to stroll along alleyways and trip on bumpy cobblestone like the hopeless idiot I tend to be. Continue reading
From where I live right now, Florence is the next big city – and boy, it’s a big one. At least in terms of flawless, jaw-dropping beauty behind every corner. I usually go there on the weekends and I’m sure if I went on doing so for the next 20 years, I could still discover something new everytime. For now, I wanted to share some impressions with you that I stumbled across on my last few walks through Florence. Be sure that these will be contributed to soon enough! Continue reading
The Giramondo 