In Verona we were there with the blessing of our university and once during our year we were to expect a visit from our year abroad co-ordinator. Ours happened to be an absolutely brilliant woman who was Italian through and through. She had flown out and was staying in a hotel in the city but because she was there for quite a few days, she got bored. Really bored.
We had agreed to meet up with her for dinner. We didn't know if we would be paying, or whether it was on the university, so we went to our favourite little pizza place on the banks of the Adige. We dined, chatted, caught up on the latest gossip from St Andrews and told our tutor about how we were getting on.
She was concerned that we weren't getting a good deal and so we went through everything in minute detail. Once we had discussed our courses, she wanted to know if were happy in Verona, if we were getting involved in student life. I told her about getting involved in student radio.
She was delighted we were making such an effort to fit in and get to know the locals and then I may have let slip about my jumping pictures. This she was really curious about.
'Jumping? What do you mean jumping?'
'I mean I go somewhere and take a picture of me jumping there like a momento.'
'Ahh... I like this.'
'We can take one now if you want.'
'Great I have my camera.'
So we stood in Pazza Erbe in Verona jumping up and down whilst our tutor tried to work out how to take jumping pictures on her camera. We got there... mostly...
How do you say 'jump' in Italian?
Verona, Italy, 2010
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