Sometimes it’s nice to be antisocial.

Recently, I’ve started to worry that there simply won’t be enough time to ingest the wonders of this majestic Mediterranean town. Luckily, sometimes life provides shortcuts.

There’s something very rigid about the first day of classes. Regardless of what rung of the education ladder you’re on, the first morning you walk to class with a little thump in your chest. You usually have a few new notebooks. They usually smell nice. Maybe you’ve set your alarm earlier than you had to, just to make sure you don’t end up being that person who shuffles in ten minutes drenched in sweat and tears.