Wow, from now on I will assess how well my Italian has improved by the complexity of the conversation with my hairdresser. (I will only have one more chance to do this though.) Today I learned that Ana is afraid of planes! It was a relatively infantile conversation, but infinitely better than three months prior.
Rita is coming to Florence tonight to escort Rachel and me to her hometown near Pisa (I always forget the name of that place!) She wants to take us shopping and also wants to rent Valentine’s Day, so I am in for one girly weekend. Sunday we’re going to Viareggio, a little beach town near Pisa; rain is in the forecast, but I am determined to build a sandcastle regardless.
I booked the hotel for my mama and nonna that is only two minutes from il mio apartamento. The owners are a lovely young couple. The husband is from Florence and the wife from Japan—they met in school in San Diego.
I don’t have to work again until Monday night. Nerina is taking French until 5 pm on Mondays. I forgot last week and showed up two hours early. No big deal; I like being in elementary schools, especially when the little scholars are Italian. I think I would make a good elementary teacher, but even trilingual children don’t appreciate Shakespeare and James…and Pirandello.
Buona fine settimana ragazzi!
I miss you.
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