Sto andando in italia!!!!

Not to long now before sono arrivata a roma! Am starting to get very excited, and thinking that it’s only 2 1/2 more weeks before I can stock up on my favourite shampoo ultra dolce! Perchè sono strano and haven’t been able to find any shampoo in london that I like, so I’m forever asking Matteo’s mamma to post me shampoo! A rather strange request! haha

I’m busy trying to cram in the whole of my mango languages italian course, i’m just over half way through journey two. And while some things actually do seem to stick into my brain, the majority of it just hurts my head. Is that normal? I guess I’m not really going to be able to see whether any of this learning is actually working until I immerse myself in the culture that is italia! And I think if I can learn some really useless funny sentences REALLY well, then it might be good for all those usual awkward silences I experienced last time when I was around Matteo and all of his non english speaking amici.

It will be so nice to explore italia again. I still think it really is an vecchio country! I mean like Rome with it’s cobblestone roads… who has cobblestone roads. But then I do originally come from a country that is only like 200 years old. So as a kiwi, we are still pretty much babies of the world. Which is something I do love about italy, but then I also find very frustrating as well. Because what all italians find normal in their little bubble that is italia, it comes very strange to I think most english speakers really. They’re very old fashioned in there ways, which I do like, but then it’s also very frustrated if you know what I mean! haha

Well back to the italian!

Ciao amici

A dopo

Anna x


Photo Credit: yours truly! my favourite church in all of rome san giovanni in laterano

Parlo poco italiano

Ciao miei amici,

I had an amazing break through, (well I think it is) it was only a small break through, but I came away feeling slightly flushed and very proud of myself. While I was at work at the scola reception, being my cheery bubbly self welcoming all our foot traffic to the school. A man name Domenico came through the doors to meet our PE teacher, I thought, with a name like Domenico he must be spanish or something, so I asked if he was, and he was like no, I’m italian. I had been saying to myself next opportunity I have to speak to a italian stranger I will leap at it, so here was that opportunity. I was like Parla italiano, he was like si si, so I said parlo poco italiano, and I got a big ahhhhh so I replied il mio ragazzo e italiano, and then he asked where I was from, so I replied with my generic nouva zelanda, then I got a bit confused, with something about PE teachers and New Zealand and then they all come back, or maybe it was that New Zealand PE teachers come over here to the UK, but always end of going home. It was all a bit over my head, but I got the general gist. 

As he was leaving, I was like Ciao Domenico! and has he was walking out the door he yelled out to Sean our PE teacher (also a fellow kiwi) “This girl can speak italian!” 

You can not understand how proud I felt hearing that from an ITALIAN! Because I’m doing this italian course with mango languages and while I’m finding it great, and I can translate every single thing for passport journey one from english to italian, I still don’t feel like it’s sinking in properly. But just hearing from an italian that isn’t my boyfriend, makes me feel like, wow I’m actually getting somewhere with this. 

I mean there are a few italian speakers floating around at work, but after the routine ciao‘s and come stai‘s I just get a bit lost with what more to say. But I thought in my head that if I met an italian stranger I could actually have a short little 5 minute conversation, and well today just proved that to myself! 

And I love seeing how far I have actually come, when I show my friends what I’m learning, or say just italian ramble, they have no idea what I’m saying, or if I show them a short piece of literature, it makes complete sense to me now, and just looks like gibberish to them. So this whole italian thing, is actually slowly coming together, and for once I couldn’t be prouder of myself! 


Mio bella roma e gennaio 2013!

Quanto tempo a tutti!

Ciao a tutti,

Don’t you just hate it when you come so far in una lingua and life gets in the way? That’s what it’s been feeling like for me these past few weeks. I had 1 and a weeks off from work and barely even looked at my mango languages italian course. I did read the daily italian flash-cards I get in my email box every day, as well as the useless word of the day that makes practically know sense because it’s not in any order. But other than that, questa bella lingua has been put on the back burner. Then I came to a realisation, I’m going to italy in 1 month…. I’M GOING TO ITALY IN ONE MONTH! Cazzo! I need to learn this language quick, because I do NOT want what happened last time, where I just used to sit at the table with all the conversations just going over my head! I want to be able to JOIN IN! Even if it’s a little bit, or actually work out what people are talking about.

So I have decided to start my Mango Languages course again from the start, I have 30 chapters to get through and 247 lessons! So in 30 odd days, I need to do 2 whole chapters a day, so intensive italian here you come! I’m just open it will all sink in. It’s fine when the chapters only have 4-6 lessons in them, but when they have more like 7-12 lessons in them it’s very time consuming. But well, it has to be done. Maybe I’ll learn it all, and then just drink a lot of alcohol when I arrive in italy and hope the subconscious mind comes through. That could work right?

I wish I was in italy right now, getting ready for the vigil of La Befana! Il mio bello ragazza bought me un libro all about befana for Natale. When I have children I will definitely be keeping THAT italian tradition alive. When I said to Matteo that I wanted Christmas Stockings to fill up for Christmas, I remember him looking at me rather confused. Perchè in italia they used stockings for La befana not for natale. As we were both here in londra per natale I wanted to have a combination of an italian/english christmas, but with lots of presents, as in an english country you need to have. For Matteo, in italy, they aren’t so big on the presents, sure as a child it’s different, you get a bit more, but as an adult you normally only get one or two presents, and that is it. But boy was he surprised when Christmas came and I had filled up the two kiwi christmas sacks my mum had sent me, both of our stockings, as well as an overflow of more presents for him. I think next year Christmas will be even better, and HOPEFULLY next christmas we might have lui la famiglia with us, which would be AMAZING!

Allora speri i tutto aveva un buon natale e un felici anno nuovo! 

Buona befana! 🙂

Ciao Ciao

Anna x