The best thing about being a teacher, asides from the year round benefits of getting to write on the whiteboard, is receiving gifts at Christmas time. So hello to my honey from Sicily, and some homemade jam. (There was also a jar of gherkins, because delicious, but they don’t photograph so well.)
Happy Christmas eve! It’s steadily getting colder here but we are yet to have snow, much to the disappointment of every skier and snowboarder in Trento. I hope to make it back to the Christmas markets for one last serving of fried apple, between finishing off some work and baking a cake for Christmas dinner, so I’d better get onto that then.