After the break during Italian class last week, our teacher Massimo came back in, and told us we were moving classrooms. None of us expected we were going to be dancing. He handed round sheets with instructions, and then we had to perform the dance in groups of four. Only problem was the instructions were in Italian. Massimo is a great dancer, but we were a bit of a shambles. We did manage to pull it off in the end though.
You never know what’s going to happen in class at The British Institute of Florence.