Well I gave myself 3 months to learn Italian before I arrived here... I think I spent a week, at best. Somehow I found my new Cornish life a little too distracting to find the time to sit down with my verb tables, so instead I spent my 7 days at home listening to 'Teach Yourself Italian' tapes on loop. Cooking, driving, eating, sleeping - you guessed it, all with Italian in the background.
On my arrival here, it felt like I'd used up my week's worth of knowledge in the first 5 minutes of my car journey to my new home with my Italian hostess.... "Io parlo non molto bene l'Italiano, ma io capisco un po. Lei capiche l'Inglese?" "Un po" "Daccordo" Yep, that was pretty much it, not sure how I thought that'd last me! Fortunately, my hostess and her 'Mama' are both incredibly patient, and a few good old fashioned hand signals are proving rather useful.
On my arrival last night I was whisked off to watch an Italian cookery lesson at a nearby villa, run by the Mama of my hostess' best friend. Meeting all her Italian friends was a little daunting, but I was instantly welcomed in and felt very much under the wings of that famous Italian warmth of character.
After a guided tour of the town this morning with Guiseppina, the wonderful Italian Nona (yes, the tour was in Italian) I am currently eagerly anticipating the lunch we began preparing at 8.30am this morning. I've been noting down all the steps so far, but I currently have no idea what the end product is set to be... I'll get back to you when I have a little more knowledge!
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