Found in Skyes exercise book, in her handwriting, copied from the blackboard:
Parents are informed, that in accordance with the Mayor, the teachers will be on strike on Wednesday and classes may be disrupted.
Of course, I took 'classes may be disrupted' to mean that there might not be full time supervision, but I thought that as Skye was only in 1st grade, the children would probably be supervised more than the older ones. So we took her to school.
Oh, stupid 'straniera' that I am, when will I learn?
There was nobody in Skyes classroom, or the one next door. No teachers, no children. Apparantly 'classes may be disrupted' actually means 'day off for everybody, so don't come to school'. Apparantly all the other mothers knew. Well, now I know too, I thought as we traipsed back up the 200 stairs from the classroom to road level.
So we decided to go on an adventure. We took the car and drove, up steep winding roads until we were high in the craggy mountains. We encountered many wild animals:
We drove through thick forests of pine, followed by thick forests of chestnuts dan thick forests of beech. We stopped the car and ran through the trees, our voices echoing in the silence around us.
We eventually came to a village, way up high, miles away from anywhere. It seemed abandoned, shutters and doors were closed tightly until the season began. Wild horses (really!) roamed through the streets, barked at by stray dogs. It was quite a chilling scene.
At the top of the mountain we sat down on the sun-warmed rocks and enjoyed a picnic lunch. Way down below us the city of Naples fanned out around its volcano which sat placidly, as it has done for too long. We sat there and watched for a while, before laying down to rest for a while, kissed by the sun.