Italy: Language and culture thresholds
Words and phrases I am now able to more or less effortlessly drop into sentences and conversations: Accidente! Ma dai! Figurati! Ma scherz’! Che scherz’
Words and phrases I am now able to more or less effortlessly drop into sentences and conversations: Accidente! Ma dai! Figurati! Ma scherz’! Che scherz’
Come with me to the corner of my mind where schemas are stored and activated. Thus the path of the lifelong language learner, an early
Reader, step with me back in time 21 years, to this week in Firenze, 1996. Wait. Let us first visit Venice. I’d just come off
Florence. Remember when, a few months ago, I called her a cruel mistress? I was reading a piece recently about the personality traits of Italian
Just a few observations from my daily foot commute, as I wiggle back home from La Pira to Azeglio. How to Spot the Italian: Large,
The days lengthen, the sky turns blue. Sunlight warms the stone. Streets smell wet again rather than simply cold. Carnevale is February 28, late this
Almost six months to the day that we arrived, and nine since we departed Oklahoma, our days and evenings and weekends are approaching something like
My first Italian language class at the Sprachcaffe was Thursday, January 18. I’ve been going Tuesday and Thursday at middayish. They’re short classes, for me;
My intermittent posts are the victim of 1 -time, 2 – the desire to build and maintain an analog Florentine life, and 3 – struggling