Old caves, new friendships

the squadThe sun had already set behind the olive tree fields by the time I arrived in Matera. Mael waited for me in a cold, strong, crispy wind to guide me from the bus station to the house that I’ll be calling home for the next year. He talked to me in some kind of English-Italian mix with a super strong French accent, but I didn’t understand much, except that he would prefer the top bunk. Fast forward couple of weeks later, we understand each other perfectly in all the languages, we are room mates, cooking and drinking mates, gym mates or just mates. Appunto! Continue reading “Old caves, new friendships”