Back in high school I was on the chess team (major nerd, and I had the hardest time to get on the team in the first place as they have a short season right at the beginning of the school year, but that’s another story), so I was intrigued to see three men gathered around a chess board near the harbor arguing over which move to make.
I stopped to watch as they made three moves, then took back four, went forward five, back two and so forth. They seemed to be teaching the other the game, each free moving the pieces interchangeably between the three of them.
I had stumbled across an international chess club, and by international I actually mean international. We we soon joined by a few more Italians, a British fellow and even a man from India who came to play there every day during their afternoon break.
We started going back and forth about names of the pieces and moves in both Italian and English, and I even joined the discussion of the game, learning some of the small but important words about position and objects. It was a gift of time I never expected. Shortly afterward I continued on my journey around town, but it will be great to run into these men again.