Escape from the Piazza

Emma Prunty
Sep 3, 2018 · 5 min read

In 1993 I was in my 2nd year of college, living at home in Dublin and it was time to finally get away properly for a bit. I rounded up some fellow students from my Italian class who agreed it was time to put our subjunctives into action and get a summer job. In Italy.

In June, still early in the season, we got off the plane in Pisa and tried our luck around Tuscany and Liguria, following a guide book and map, no Google to…

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