Modena and Bologna - A very different Italy

Finally my last English Camp. Don't get me wrong, touring Italy teaching English was a wonderful experience it just takes a lot of energy and it becomes a little difficult living in other people's home when you have been independent for a long time, despite how lovely that always are.


I turned up to this camp, located in the province of Modena, in a town called Spilamberto, having decided this camp would be amazing and I would finish the summer strong and in good spirits. It helped a great deal that I would be on camp with a friend I had made on my second camp, Abie, who was obsessed with bananas though she called them 'bononos'.



The camp was the largest I had been a part of, 9 tutors, and over 100 students. This meant that the ensuing 2 weeks were crazy, not only during camp hours but after as well. With a large co-host of tutors and host parents there was something planned every night of the week, or there abouts.


I was placed withe the loveliest of host families; a lawyer father and an interior designer mother who had ensured their home was what dreams were made of. I loved the Modenese flair which she had incorporated into their home. It was also the first time that I was located within the city walls, not only this but from my window I could see a legit really really old house, a castle of sorts. We were also located a stones throw away from the 99th best galleria in all of Italy, as I was informed on many occasions.



One of our first outings was for dinner at what can only be described as a previous building of possible communist ties. The insignia was everywhere but, I was assured upon asking, that this was no longer supported it was merely 'left there'. Fair enough, who was I to argue with 4 Euros for braised beef and polenta, which, by the way, was absolutely divine. The band played U2 and the bar supplied us with free booze for unknown reasons, either way we didn't turn it down.



Camp was a blast, hard work but enjoyable, classes were big, days were hectic and there was never enough coffee. But by the end of week 2, and minus my BFF Abie, we formed a 'shark crew' and plastered the love of our marine friends all over our arms.

Our final show was the stuff of legends; there was a matrix performance, I of course did an underwater themed performance, and even John Cena made an appearance, not the real one of course.

We trotted out the old 'Pokemon Go Safari' and I made my debut as 'Espeon' one of my favourite pokemon. I have never really been into drawing but my love of it, and my proficiency, blossomed out of sheer necessity. As always the children loved it, mainly because they got to chase us tutors all over the school and yell at us - in English.

Fear not, I did not just whirl my way through my final camp, I also got some culture too. Our first stop was Bologna with it's wide streets, fantastic shopping and university vibes. There we wandered around in the rain sipping coffee, drinking guinness and exploring the streets.

Next was Modena, the pretty and delicate architecture framed by the blue sky - finally some good weather. We attended a food festival and stuffed ourselves whilst cover bands played in the background.

At the end of the two weeks I was exhausted from many weeks of camps and had a heart full of joy and appreciation for my host family and all the wonderful people I met on this journey. As I departed on the train I was sad, but I couldn't be for long as I was bound for Rome and new adventures once again.

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