It’s my long-awaited day off. As I only have 12 hours a week contact time, I really should get at least one, probably two days off, but organising my timetable is an uphill struggle so what with one thing and another I didn’t have one last week. Italians don’t even have a proper weekend - they make up for every day being a half day (8am-1.30pm) by having school and work on a Saturday.
I’ve been so looking forward to this. I went to a bar and drank wine with Laura last night, slept till midday, and had a granita with cream and a croissant with cream for a late breakfast in the bar where I am now - effectively two desserts for breakfast, but it's okay because I'm on holiday in Sicily. I work really hard at my job, but the amazing thing is that when I get some time off it’s like a real holiday. Yes, the sun is shining too. Wonderous.
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