I’ma teacher again. I guess a private tutor really.
A friend of a friend is going on a sabbatical of sorts and is foisting some clients onto me. It seemed like an alright plan, something to break up the tour guiding routine, and hopefully I can pry a little Italian out of these people, whose age range is from 14 to 60, and hopefully spend a little more time with some real Italians. I guess I should be more grateful for more work, but I’m kinda “mm” about the whole thing. However as long as they don’t ask why there’s a piece missing in the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel I should enjoy my working holiday from the very, very, very busy Vatican.