I had my first Italian lesson a few days ago.
Something I had signed up for last year and it caught up with me.
It was great.
And at the end I thanked my teacher and she said those words,
'prego prego'
and it was all I could do not to burst into tears.
I knew then that absolutely, sitting in that little room with
her was the right place to be, once a week, for the rest of the year.
3 comments:
when i read the name of this post i thought for a sec that you were preggo, as in double G, preGnant ...
but, you were being gracious, well quoting someone being cracious.
i could really shit you and write the rest of this mail in italian ...
shit that is funny!
one day perhaps I shall be gracious and preggo and reading your italiano mail happily . . . actually I would now, it would be a good learning exercise for me!
xx
I heard a rumour that you had a blog. And yes you do, and it is great. The writing is great!
And on another note- I think about deleting my facebook profile almost daily it is so mindless and stupid but I never seem to do it...
xx
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