The Baccantes

This photo rather appropriately documents the demise of the Greek play. We were in the gorgeous theatre of Syracuse, in the middle of the play (which involved screaming "ite bacchai" till we were all hoarse), when it began to rain. Stoically, we finished the play, then made a run for all our jackets and backpacks which were sitting in the center of the theatre, collecting nice little puddles of water. Once we'd salvaged those, it was time for the other play, Aeschylus' Persians. By now it was pouring, and the entire class was huddled in the shelter of the caves, as we stood umbrella-less in the open striving to read the ink that was rapidly bleeding as our scripts drooped soggily. The students Ms Vicini had gotten to film the plays were being protected by umbrellas as they tried to film us. It didn't help that Nahin was behind one of the cameras and kept cracking up. I could barely keep a straight face myself, especially when Ms Vicini clapped at the end and said "it couldn't have been more dramatic, guys. That rain was perfect."