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Some cities are made for simply wandering around in. Amsterdam is certainly one of them and so is Seville. In part it’s to do with the size of the place I suppose. It’s quite a compact city so it’s easy to move across it. I’ve been doing a lot of wandering here. It’s one of
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They call it the levant. A dry, sapping breeze that blows in from Africa and engulfs the city in shimmering heat. It’s a heat like no other, they say. It has a personality all of its own, this breeze. Beware the levant….. I’ve been waiting for it to blow in ever since I arrived in
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I am learning to assume nothing. As this course goes on it is becoming increasingly apparent to me that, no matter how good your lesson plan is, no matter how well timed and staged each aspect of your lesson is, the students will always throw you. Pedro started it of course, with is steadfast refusal
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It’s thirty-four degrees. Down in Santa Cruz, the heat is being reflected back off the old city walls, and it’s possible to see the waves rippling in the air. The white of the buildings is blinding and harsh. Enough to make you flinch. My throat is dry and taut. It’s like walking in an oven.
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Gee, the things you forget about yourself sometimes. When I was a wee kid, I remember thinking about all the people in the world. I’d lie there sometimes and think about how many people there were on the planet, and I’d ponder how long it would take to say helo to all of them. I’d
