{"id":10453,"date":"2016-11-08T18:00:35","date_gmt":"2016-11-08T23:00:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.luc.edu\/goglobal\/?p=10453"},"modified":"2016-11-08T18:00:35","modified_gmt":"2016-11-08T23:00:35","slug":"my-first-real-italian-conversation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.luc.edu\/goglobal\/?p=10453","title":{"rendered":"My First, Real Italian Conversation"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Fai una foto?&#8221;- \u00a0<em>You take a photo?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>It was a Friday afternoon, and I had been journaling along Passeggiata del Gianicolo. It was a beautiful day, and I had found the most perfect view of the Vatican to inspire the day&#8217;s journal entries. Interrupted mid-sentence, I looked up at the older, Italian man who had spoken to me. He was holding out his phone.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Conosci parlare italiano?&#8221; &#8211; <em>You know how to speak\u00a0<\/em><i>Italian<\/i>?<\/p>\n<p>I smiled, and responded, &#8220;S\u00ec, un po&#8217;.&#8221; &#8211;\u00a0<em>Yes, a little<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ah, un po&#8217;.&#8221; He noticed I was\u00a0journaling, and said, &#8220;Scusa!&#8221; &#8211;\u00a0<em>Excuse me!<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I smiled again and got\u00a0up to take his picture in front of the Vatican.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Bene?&#8221; &#8211;\u00a0<em>Good?\u00a0<\/em>&#8211; I asked.<\/p>\n<p>He took his phone.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Conosci italiano?&#8221; he asked again.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;S\u00ec, un po&#8217;.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Scusa, grazie.&#8221; &#8211;\u00a0<em>Thank you<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Prego.&#8221; &#8211;\u00a0<em>You&#8217;re welcome.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I sat\u00a0down and picked up my journal, but he kept\u00a0talking.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Dei dove sei?&#8221; &#8211;\u00a0<em>Where are you from?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Stati Uniti&#8230;a Chicago.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ah, America.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;S\u00ec.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>We both smiled and I continued to journal. When I finished about ten minutes later, he was still there.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Scrivi in italiano o inglese?&#8221; &#8211;\u00a0<em>You write in Italian or English?\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I laughed, and told him\u00a0I was\u00a0writing in English.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Studi italiano? &#8211; Y<em>ou study Italian?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;S\u00ec, studio in Balduina, at Loyola.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I started to pick up that he was\u00a0impressed\u00a0by my little knowledge of the Italian language when he asked, once again:<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Parli italiano?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Si, un po&#8217;. I miei amici e i mie insegnante parlano inglese.&#8221; &#8211;\u00a0<em>My friends and my professors speak English.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>&#8220;<\/em>Leggi italiano?&#8221; &#8211;\u00a0<em>Do you read Italian?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I responded yes. He told me it was\u00a0important that I knew\u00a0how to speak and read in Italian.<\/p>\n<p>He asked, &#8220;Che cosa tua nome?&#8221; &#8211;\u00a0<em>What is your name?\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Mary Beth&#8230;Mary. Maria&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve found it&#8217;s easier to just say Mary, or Maria, if they can&#8217;t understand me. Then I asked his name.\u00a0His name was Franco. We shook hands. By this point I had stood up. I was anxious to practice my Italian outside the classroom.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Uh, come si dice, &#8216;nice to meet you?&#8217; I forgot, um, oh! Piacere!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He laughed. Then he said something about how I don&#8217;t speak Italian at school, but I could in Rome. He asked me when I had classes.<\/p>\n<p>I started, &#8220;Dalle luned\u00ec&#8211;&#8221; and he cuts me off, laughing. He prompts me to continue listing the days of the week in Italian, so I do.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;&#8230;luned\u00ec, marted\u00ec, mercoled\u00ec, gioved\u00ec.&#8221; &#8211;\u00a0<em>Monday thru Thursday<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Finito? No venerd\u00ec, sabato, o domenica?&#8221; &#8211;\u00a0<em>Finished? No Friday, Saturday, or Sunday?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;S\u00ec.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He asked me when I was leaving Rome. I got excited because I was using phrases I learned in class.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Sono arrivata\u00a0in agosto e torno\u00a0in dicembre.&#8221; &#8211;\u00a0<em>I arrived in August and I return in December<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>My Italian professor would be so proud.<\/p>\n<p>He jokingly said something about how in December &#8220;andiamo,&#8221; or\u00a0<em>we go,<\/em> back to this spot\u00a0and he can see if\u00a0my Italian has improved.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ho lavorato ma&#8230;&#8221; &#8211; <em>I worked, but&#8230;<\/em>he said, then pointed to his head and said a word I did not recognize. He said he had an Italian\/English dictionary in his car and went to get it. He then pointed at a word\u00a0that translated to\u00a0<em>remember<\/em> and I concluded he had a poor memory.<\/p>\n<p>Then I figured I better continue on with my day.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ho bisogno andare.&#8221; &#8211;\u00a0<em>I need to go<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ah, s\u00ec.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I thanked him for letting me practice my Italian.\u00a0Then, like a true Italian, he pulled me in for a kiss on either cheek, and said:<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;\u00c8 importante, s\u00ec.&#8221; &#8211;\u00a0<em>Is important, yes.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>And that was my first,\u00a0real Italian conversation. Despite stumbling on my words and not always\u00a0being grammatically correct,\u00a0I was able to communicate with him.<\/p>\n<p>These are the moments that make study abroad so extraordinary.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Fai una foto?&#8221;- \u00a0You take a photo? It was a Friday afternoon, and I had been journaling along Passeggiata del Gianicolo. 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