Non Capisco

I’m sick of not being able to communicate with anyone here. And by any one I mean the people who have lived here for hundreds and hundreds of years. So this morning, after locating the post office finally (yay me!) I lock myself in a café, armed with the largest cappuccino they make and a chocolate croissant.

And I study Italian.

I do not leave until I learn how to say “I would like your house red, please” and they have started apertivo for the night. Next Wednesday I will come back and order everything in Italian. And if I’m feeling real crazy, I’ll even strike up a conversation with the friendly woman that works there.

Ciao a presto!