Italian

In two weeks I'll be finished with school for the summer and on board a plane to Italy where John and I will visit a country I have long wanted to see. In preparation for this exciting event I signed us up for a once-a-week Italian class; sadly we just had our last class. Now I have to make myself practice on my own. I have two textbooks.


This book, my favorite, comes with the promise that I can learn what I need to know in just 10 minutes a day, a dubious claim for sure. However it does provide stickers which are fun to use and give me the impression that I'm making progress.



As a result there are stickers plastered all over the place. I find myself saying "Buon giorno!" every time I look in the specchio.

I'm learning my colors.

I'm pretty sure I'll remember the word for blue.

The rest of the family has been very forgiving of these ubiquitous little labels; you can see that it could get annoying. Especially if you don't delight in stickers in the same way that I do.










For example I put this sticker on the bathroom wall and a few days later it had, all on its own, migrated to John's arm. Don't quite know how that happened, but he was very good-natured about it.

Some words are quite different from English.

And others aren't.
This is the kind of Italian that I really can learn in 10 minutes a day.