No matter where the Kingos are, we LOVE the Roosters. Grand final day was spent from 10am in the Fiddlers Elbow, downtown Firenze with Uncle Dave and Aunty Ruth. Generous support, in the form of Guiness, was given by Jim and Rory. Awesome fun, awesome game.
Wonderfully topped off by our fellow Chook loving friends the MacCallums who so very kindly sent us our PREMIERS 2013 tees…bloody legends!
Pre-game excitement at the Fiddlers Elbow
Almost full time, getting nervous, and very excited
oooh yeah!!! Full time and the Chooks are PREMIERS!!!
The magnificent tees from the legendary MacCallums!!!
So, in Italy, Jemima has gone into year 6, which is the beginning of high (middle) school here.A big enough jump without doing it all in Italian! Mima being Mima, she has translated her schedule into English!
On Tuesdays and Fridays she has her long days, and they are LONG! She is there from 8am to 4.30pm, very full on, very tiring.
We do her homework together with the help of Google. Doing Italian grammar has been “interesting”.
Mostly Mima does the homework herself, even if she doesn’t understand it all. She is not loving school, but is going, trying and not complaining at all, very strong, very cool for us!
Jemima’s School Schedule
Check little Vi’s class schedule! Year 2 and she is learning French, Science, Geography and History…in Italian!!! WOW!
So cool, so proud. Her teacher told me this morning, “Violet, molto brava! Molto brava!!”
Violet’s school schedule
Our first week or so at the girls school has been…interesting, firstly from a logistics point of view. From entering the school from the road, you wind up four rather tight turns to the school car park, a real snake-like driveway, narrow and two way, of course!
One you successfully negotiate this part, let’s hope we always do, you arrive at the car park at the entrance of the school building. Back home there would be security guards, high visibility vests, and OH & S signs all over the place…in fact, when there are kids at school, there is no way a car would be allowed in any part of the school grounds! Not in Italy!
In a space of maybe 200 square metres, there would be around 60 or so cars coming and going in all directions, at all speeds, hands in the air, abuse being spat out, hectic, and hilarious. In amongst all the cars are hundreds of kids of all ages, weaving in and out, oblivious to the chaos surrounding them, doing their best to get to class, while the parents try their best not to kill any of them.
Yes, madness, Italian madness.
If that is not enough, then, yesterday at pick up, the garbage truck turned up!! It stopped, parked at the top of the drive, the two drivers got out, sparked up a durry and waited for all the cars to leave. The only thing slowing the departure of all the cars was the bloody truck!