by It’s a year to the day since I arrived at my hotel in Timișoara after two days’ train travel. I surprised the receptionist by knowing how to say “four nights” and “water” in Romanian. Just to lie on that bed felt great. I’ve made it. Of course I hadn’t made it. I’d landed in a very strange country with no job, no contacts, no nothing. And I’m now very glad I did so.
I should have at least 20 hours of teaching next week, perhaps as many as 24. My evenings are now jam-packed with lessons. It’s bloody fantastic to be honest.
