It’s another lovely day in Bologna, but it’s not set to last unfortunately. Sunday is due to be the third wet Sunday in a row, so we’ve earmarked that day to catch up with housework and homework.
For the past two days the air has been full of seeds, from plane trees we think (Mark says he remembers the same thing from his schooldays in South Africa) and they drift about just as snow does when it first starts (unfortunately it was my teacher who came up with this analogy, not me).
We’re enjoying the lessons, but our teachers are desperate for the class to gain fluency – just to be faster with the basics of, ‘Hello, my name is, I’m English/Dutch, I’m .. years old’ and ‘What’s your name, where are you from etc.’ We know it on paper, but sometimes it takes a while to remember which pronoun or verb to use. Perhaps Mark and I ought to go out separately this evening and see how many Italians we can chat up!
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I admire your return to ‘school’ and building up the confidence to talk in Italian. I’ve been told how to say ‘could I have ….’ in Spanish but keep losing the confidence to say it when under pressure!
Go to a cafe and chat to the local barman – if you fail, at least he will have a story to tell for the next few months!! Xx
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