A very frustrating thing for Lisa and I, both aspiring Italian speakers, has been Italians’ insistence on speaking English. Most Italians speak English somewhat, and everybody speaks English in the touristy places, which is where we’ve been. Lisa and I usually start our conversations with Italians by speaking in their language. We want to practice and learn the language, but we are not permitted to do so. As soon as they notice a mispronunciation or that you’re talking slow or whatever that convinces them you’re a foreigner, they start speaking English. I’m thankful for the relatively few who bear with me. Just listen to me. Sure, I may have left out an indefinite article, but that does not warrant switching to my language.
A sort of whim-derived trip to the mother land primarily to accomplish three tasks: 1. to further my knowledge of the Italian language, 2. to learn skills on various organic farms via wwoofing, and 3. to introduce myself to the culture of my deceased grandparents.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Quattro semestre d'Italiano (4 semesters of Italian)
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