We raided the food store and got a pan of water on to boil. I say we, I mean we burnt ourselves a lot of times trying to light the gas hob with a lighter and then asked Tom to do it for us. The water took about an hour to boil - plenty of time to catch up. It also gave us time to properly examine our surroundings.
When I'd been there with everyone else it hadn't been appropriate to delve into the nooks and crannies, and I'm glad I only spent one night knowing that there were creatures like this one (left) lurking in the shadows. It was also fun to discover the picture of the funny old man that was on one of the walls. I took a picture of him because he was obviously important to someone...
But what was by far the most bizarre aspect of the house was the staircase. As you can see there is little rhyme or reason to the size of the separate steps so much so that they were probably built before someone invented boring things like rulers and spirit levels. You certainly wouldn't want to fall down those stairs, or catch your toe on the way up... Anyway we ate our fill, whatever our fill was from what we had managed to raid from the food store and we shared even more of our stories as well as reflecting a little on the experience.It was then that I really regretted my decision to go back to Brescia. Not only had I missed out on banter like finding big curly worms and pictures of funny old men, but I'd also missed out on Cinque Terre, one of the most beautiful places in Italy.
My teaching experience would end the following day and sadly, I ended up leaving with a bittersweet taste in my mouth. So as I went to sleep that night (after chatting with Tom until all hours) I couldn't help feeling that I could have done it better.
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