Friday I went into town with an interpreter to complete what I thought would be an easy task: Pick some random people in the piazza and ask them whether they belong to a gym. My group member, Gino, is doing a story on the Italian healthcare system, and I’ve been assigned to the video portion [...]
The sun beats down on my shoulders. The smell of grass fills my nose and I hear children play across the field.
I sit atop the highest hill in town with Scott, Gino, our local friend Alfonso, and another American friend of his whose name I’ve forgot even as we were introduced. A dog barks as [...]
The street was so bright that I was squinting through my sunglasses. Our cassock-clad monk, Claudio, sporting a pair of stylish shades and an orange nylon backpack, had already led us through the impressive Basilica of S. Francesco and several other churches that morning, and now we stood in front of a rather plain stone [...]
I’m feeling the whiskey and “coca” already. “They make them strong at this cafe,” I tell my teammate, Alyssa. The heat of half-past noon feels good here on the Piazza della Repubblica. The soft wicker of the cafe chairs seem too good to rise from. I want to sit longer chatting with my team [...]