I’m not quite sure where the past 8 weeks gone and the fact it is now August, not June, feels crazy. The constant moving and settling, working with different tutors and living with host families means you don’t really feel the weeks fly by.

My teaching has taken me from Rome to Avellino, into the the tiny mountain towns of Sant Ono’Frio and Bonefro, and the larger coastal cities of Bari and Rimini. I’ve taught from 8 year olds up to a class of 15 years – which was my favourite as we could do some interesting different activities. The teaching company I work for, Acle, have changed their material this year, which added some new variance to the work even if some of the new stuff felt as though it had been rushed in its development.

I’d forgotten how exhausting teaching can be, especially with my first class being 18 children and Italian’s later lifestyle meaning you rarely get a long nights sleep! My host families have been great this summer, it’s the main reason I’ve worked so many, to see more of the country and live with its people. I’ve had many beach trips, boat trips, mountain runs, ancient town visits, 10pm city coffee trips, aperitivos and the clearest water I’ve ever swam in down in Salento.

I’ve not worked with as many different tutors as I’d expected, I’ve only done 5 camps, with 3 of them being for 2 weeks, and a few of us have worked multiple camps together. I did get placed with the same tutor for the full 8 weeks, a South African called Georgina. Each week it became more of a joke that surely when we checked our next camp details we would be split, but it never happened. It was lovely being able to mention something that happened in week one and have someone actually know what you were on about!

My final camp was up in the horribly touristy town of Rimini, but was run by a super cool nun, Sister Francesca. Her and the other nuns ran a fantastic residental camp, that had other staff to do the night duty so we only worked the days. Me and the other male tutor Steve were without host families, which was a shame but the rooms we eventually had sorted right by

the church meant we could get up late and we became adopted host sons of the girls’ families. The camp had lots trips included and was my first time all summer teaching less than 10 kids so a chill 2 weeks for me.

I’ve just been dropped by Father Bruno at the station for my train down to the port where me and Cornelia, an awesome tutor from 2 years ago, sail over to Croatia to start a month of adventure. I’m returning to Rome at the end of the month to teach again, but it’s now time to explore!