Wanna know a secret?
There is about a grand total of 10 Italians at my school.
Everyone else is either Latin American, Romanian, American, or of some other European descent.
The good news is, they all speak Italian (and about three other languages). Minus the Americans.
Wanna know another secret? My Spanish has gotten to be beastly. Because I have to think and talk in Spanish to understand and be understood. It's beginning to mix though. I put in some Italian words into my Spanish now by accident. And my brain is constantly saying "Allora" mid-thought. It's kind of funny.
On the other hand, it's very confusing. Sometimes, I use my French to answer. For example the other day, on the bus, we were talking to this Italian lady, who had taken French in college. So, she would ask her questions in Italian, I would respond in French, and then translate it into English for the people around me. Maybe it will get more natural eventually. But for now, my poor little brain has a hard time.
I am a mut of languages.
Classes are going well. Very well. So far there is nothing very hard and I feel like I'm picking up the Italian quickly. I have a feeling that when I come home it's going to be my secret language. I'm also starting to freak out about who I'm going to speak Italian with. Because I want to keep up with it.
I've made some valuable friends who speak to me in mostly Italian and explain and teach me different (non vulgar) phrases. I'm very thankful.
But I feel like this is leading into my next post, so this is the end of this one. Stay tuned for part III for today.
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