Not only am I starting to look like a Weeble but I also have the flexibility of one. I’ve always known that I’m not a naturally lithe person* (being the only person at primary school to fail Level 4 BAGA when I couldn’t perform a crab proved that) but when I found myself thinking how… Continue reading You Can’t Keep a Good Weeble Down
Tag: italian
Rome Revisited: Fountain of the Four Rivers
When I first came to Rome, I did all the touristy things and spent hours wandering the tiny lanes, visiting piazzas and admiring monuments. Then real life and plain ol' laziness took over. Having guests last week (who seemed to appreciate all my cleaning efforts and brought a hefty supply of goodies so they can… Continue reading Rome Revisited: Fountain of the Four Rivers
Beauty School Dropout
The Italian Mammas at my children’s school are all extremely glamorous. They’re thin - none of them look as though they’ve ever consumed a slice of pizza, let alone an entire Hawaiian washed down with several beers. They dress in high heels and their designer label clothes are chic and tailored. Their hair is coiffed,… Continue reading Beauty School Dropout
Chocolate Brownies speak louder than words
Last Italian lesson of the year. A quick recap of the basics: Teacher: “Come ti chiami?” What is your name? Easy. “Mi chiamo Barb.” “Quanti anni hai?” How many years do you have? “Ho ventuno anni.” I have 21 years (if only). “Di dove sei?” Ok, I know dove means where. So where are we? Aha: “A… Continue reading Chocolate Brownies speak louder than words
Strong stuff
Every time I start to think my Italian is improving, I’m reminded of why it’s really not. This morning after a cappuccino in my favourite bar, I said goodbye with a casual ‘ci vediamo dopo’ (‘see you later’). The barista responded by laughing and wobbling about pretending to be drunk. I then realised I’d said… Continue reading Strong stuff
