Browsing Pinterest last night I found this image entitled ‘Sea Witch’.
A ha, looks like me, green bikini an all.
Sitting high and dry on a weathered pole.
Lost at sea, or on land.
Bewitched and Bewildered I’m I.
The sea witch looks bewildered and bewitched by the book on her lap.
I imagine she is trying to make sense of Italian verbs and grammar.
That is why I am not writing blog posts much.
Well that’s not entirely true. I am writing and reading. But on the level of a six-year-old.
Sentences like: ‘La ragazza legga una libro.’
Translated: ‘The girl is reading a book.’
I desperately needed a project to keep me sane the year I’m spending high and dry on land.
So why not learn a new language. I chose to learn Italian. It is a beautiful language after all. And I love how the Italians flirt with words.
My tutor speaks seven languages. Her name is Lara and she speaks Italian because she had an Italian grandfather. Not only is she teaching me the language but also the customs and traditions. She nearly died laughing at our first lesson. I unknowingly made dreadful mistakes while we were in Italy this year.
While Italian men flirted, I insulted.
I still blush with embarrassment every time I think about what I said to people by way of greeting.
I, in my extreme ignorance, thought I was being friendly.
I’ve noticed that Italians said ‘Ciao bella‘ when they greeted me. I thought it meant; ‘Hi! Isn’t it a pretty morning’.
So obviously that is what all said every day, to all and sunder.
Lara kindly pointed out that ‘ciao bella‘ means; ‘hi, beautiful girl!’
It has nothing what so ever to do with the pretty morning. And I greeted men with those words. The worst insult to any man!
While Italian men flirted I insulted.
How Italians Flirt with words.
Every single noun in the Italian language is either masculine or feminine. How I’m I going to remember that, I thought. Until Lara mentioned masculine words ends 99% of the time in an ‘o’ and feminine words in an ‘a’.
It’s an ingenious and clever system.
For instance everything with an engine is feminine. Because it gives you lots of trouble and is expensive to own. My dad always said a clever man should rather rent than own, fast cars, women, flying and floating things. Apparently so does the Italians.
Night (notte) is also female – dark and mysterious while the day (giorno) is male. Bright and sunny. Interestingly enough ‘boobs’ (petto) is male. Maybe because men regard them as their toys and the word sounds like it’s something that wants to be petted.
Teaching an old dog new tricks
You cannot learn a new language in twenty minutes a day. Don’t be fooled by promises like that. Just like you cannot write a fabulous blog post in twenty minutes.
We are going back to Mojito in May 2015. By then I want to be fluent enough to speak Italian and not make a fool of myself and insult people again.
It’s great fun learning something new.
You are never too old to learn new things.
Arrivederci, un amici.
Are you learning something new, or planning to? Or better yet, have you insulted someone lately. While under the impression you are being friendly.