When I think of Italy, I think of Sophia. Of sunshine and pretty sandals and pasta. Of marble and magnificence. Of my friend, Kate, who met her Italian husband while hitchhiking. Of the woman in the Rome airport last week who voluntarily took my phone, listened to the local directions I couldn’t understand, then led us — like our very own mama duck — to where we needed to be.
Next time I want to follow those directions all by myself.
Come September 12, I’ll be spending the next 4 months in class, learning the basics. Maybe by Christmas I’ll be able to say the title of this post — Excuse me, is this seat taken? — without having to look it up in a book. Is that even correct, my post title?? I wish I knew!
Are you dying to try something new? Want to take Italian with me?