Parliamo italiano!

I'm so happy that I live with an Italian. I don't know if I've mentioned it yet but I live with a 24-year-old Italian girl named Rosangela. She's great! And she's teaching me Italiano. She's never taken a French class--how brave of her to move to a tiny town in France where no one speaks Italian! I'm helping her with her French and she's teaching me Italian. We've made labels for household things in both languages. My favorite word she's taught me is "chocolatini." It means a little piece of chocolate, or a chocolate chip. I also learned to count to 14...the rest of the numbers will come to me soon enough. And of course, I already learned all the bad words as I am reading a book about an American woman in Italy and in one of the chapters, she's at a soccer match and the profanities coming out of a fan's mouth sound like sweet-nothings to her--music to her ears. So I read that part of the book aloud to Rosangela but she wasn't very pleased. Oops.

I hope to get pretty decent and then visit Italy with her. She has invited me to Bari (the town she's from in the south of Italia) for Christmas so maybe I'll come. Andiamo a Italia! Prontissimo! Ooh that reminds me of something else I learned from her: they answer the phone saying, "Pronto?" Everything sounds so lovely in Italian. :)