So, two days ago I became a student again.  To learn to speak Italian. Ayyyyyyyy! Madonna!

My school is about a 10 minute walk from my apartment.  I go for 4 hours a day, 5 days a week, for two weeks.  Then I see if I think it is worthwhile and can either enroll in another two week course or wing it in Florence and hope for the best.  In any case, I’ll be hoping for the best!

I think it would be fun to enroll in a course on how to speak like an Italian with your hands.  Lord knows Italians have very verbal hands!  It is such fun to surreptitiously watch them talk to one another. Even if I don’t understand what all the words are, I can usually pick up the drift of the conversation from a few words and all the gestures.

Why do I do all this, expend all this energy, for Italy?  It’s simple really.  I drew you a picture.