This is the one sentence I remember from the two years of Italian I took in college. And I probably got it wrong.
Yes! So! I am here! This computer at this Internet place, it does not function as I am liked it to! I am having the unhappy!
When I go to other countries I can't do their language, so I just speak the broken Englishes. They love it. No, really.
I must make this short, as the proprietor here, she is liking the incense, and my husband, he is having of the sickness regarding this. So! Our trip so far: pretty! We are surrounded by, um, what do you call it--nature. There are lizards in our beds. And snails in our shoes. There are many pretty sights. The pasta! What can I say! Hospitaliano! On the minus side, there has been some vomiting, and some not pooping, and some fever, and some refusing to eat a single foodstuff except for gelato. Guess who I'm referring to! C'mon!
Okay, Scott is reenacting Henry's regurgitation in the car on the way to San Gimignano, so I must leave you. More there will be at a later times! Me are hoping they will have the happy, the times in the next days!




Ahhhhh, gelato!
Posted by: European | August 30, 2005 at 01:25 PM
Gelato contains all of the four food groups: milk, sugar, and artificial and natural flavors.
Dove il Vaticano?
Posted by: Mrs. Kennedy | August 30, 2005 at 01:53 PM
So happy we are, that the times you are having are good!
Posted by: missbanshee | August 30, 2005 at 01:57 PM
Yay for broken english and gelato! Sorry about the other issues. Enjoy all that nature and pasta.
Posted by: Jenny | August 30, 2005 at 03:19 PM
how you manage to actually make it sound like fun is sort of a miracle. yet you do! snails in the shoes!
Posted by: tuckova | August 30, 2005 at 04:13 PM
Snails...mmmm. Gelato...barf.
Oops, mixed that up, didn't I?
Posted by: Julie | August 30, 2005 at 04:21 PM
But the donkeys??? Are you finding donkeys like you suggested in your last post? Italy just isn't really Italy without a donkey or two.
Posted by: Cori | August 30, 2005 at 04:47 PM
Is the Gelato really better in Italy than in, say, the Venetian (in Vegas, which is the only place I've ever had it)?
Posted by: Kma | August 30, 2005 at 05:36 PM
Your broken english sounds like those Nigerian scammers...heehee
Posted by: Bowehead | August 30, 2005 at 06:46 PM
Even though we are, how you say, missing the writing of you, it hears like you having a time. Ciao, bellisima!
Posted by: rose | August 30, 2005 at 06:55 PM
I love your broken english. She ees interesante? no?
Posted by: Running2Ks | August 30, 2005 at 07:39 PM
you have been gone for like 10 years! or so it feels.
i hope your decade abroad continues to be lovely!
xo
Posted by: jenB | August 30, 2005 at 08:10 PM
Hospitaliano! Love it!
Posted by: surcie | August 30, 2005 at 08:16 PM
[lurker]
everyone is going to italy lately! you. a woman i work with. okay, that makes two people.
stop rubbing my face in it.
back story: i lived in florence for five months about a year ago, and i miss it. a lot. oh god, i want to go back. have fun for all of us who can't be there.
anche io ho paura del ragno. ::shudder::
Posted by: arielle | August 30, 2005 at 09:44 PM
Just soak it all up so there will be enough for all of us to squeeeeeeze out of you upon your return. Enjoy!
Posted by: Belinda | August 30, 2005 at 11:19 PM
Here, let me use my high school german to help you...
"Wo ist de badenzimmer?"
(that's where is the bathroom)
I could also teach you how to say "My name is Linda. I am 15 years old." Let me know if you need that little gem (no charge).
Posted by: Linda | August 30, 2005 at 11:33 PM
Soooo very envious. I want to use my broken English in Italy right now, instead of waiting until 2007.
Hey, rat bastard in Portuguese is sacana. You never know when that might come in handy.
Posted by: DM | August 31, 2005 at 02:34 AM
And so the broken Englishes, she consists of the two parts Manolo the Shoeblogger and the one part of the Yoda? This is making for the super fantastic happy times, you betcha!
Posted by: Badger | August 31, 2005 at 09:06 AM
Here is the sentence you need: "Posso avere un'altra bottiglia di vino rosso, per favore." Don't said I never did nothing for you.
Posted by: Miss Weeze | August 31, 2005 at 09:11 AM
Yay! What is there to read when you're away? Not that much, really. Sorry about the tummy problems!
Posted by: kim | August 31, 2005 at 09:28 AM
Wish you were here. Wish I was there.
Posted by: clickmom | August 31, 2005 at 10:27 AM
My favourite Italian phrase is: quanta costa questa borsa? (how much is this purse?) It sounds pretty, and it's practical, too!
Posted by: saviabella | August 31, 2005 at 10:45 AM
I are having the hope for you the time she is good. The laugh you are giving is big. Thanking you I am.
Posted by: Dawn | August 31, 2005 at 11:47 AM
It's not the spiders one has to fear when it Italy, its the people behind the wheel of a fiat on a one-way cobbled street!
Glad to see you are enjoying yourself and practicing a patois is fine.
Posted by: Uma Andersson | August 31, 2005 at 12:57 PM
I fear the spider too.
Posted by: victoria | August 31, 2005 at 01:36 PM
Aw, San Gimignano! (sp?) They have a torture museum there. Er, and lovely pottery.
Posted by: Her Ladyship | August 31, 2005 at 01:46 PM
Va bene! Hoping for molto poopo por la famigila. Hechemos de menos, muchissimo.
That's Italo-Kid-Spanglish for:
Have a great time! Many regular days for your family. We miss you VERY much.
Posted by: madge | August 31, 2005 at 05:31 PM
Bene, Bene, Molto Bene!
Posted by: roo | August 31, 2005 at 08:56 PM
Silly girl.
How's your hair?
Posted by: Susan | August 31, 2005 at 09:20 PM
And just when you get his 'belly' and 'psyche' sorted out, you'll be homeward bound...
We're headed Tuscany direction in a couple of weeks. Any advice? No kids invited.
Posted by: Lin | September 01, 2005 at 01:41 AM
it's like i'm right there with you. your foreigness way of communicating was that good. and why can't i ever go to italy, by the way. i woild like italy. sheesh.
Posted by: honestyrain | September 01, 2005 at 09:01 AM
I had an Italian co-worker, and whenever she was angry she would mumble something resembling katzo under her breath. You can try and use that if anyone pisses you off :-).
Posted by: Ms. Mama | September 01, 2005 at 09:53 AM
Ahh yes, Ms. Mama. "Testa di cazzo" (means...er, male-genitalia head) is one of the first and most valuable phrases the girls on my study abroad trip last summer learned.
Hope you're having fun, Finslippy!
Posted by: Jenn | September 01, 2005 at 10:27 PM
Get a scooter and ride around on it saying "ciaaaooooo" to everybody. Also, make sure you wear sunglasses at all times. And Henry should, too. Then you don't need to know italian. You'll look cool enough that people will just give you things. Although, they might be less inclined to, if they know about the pooping. So don't tell them.
Keep having fun! Ask pasta makers about the shapes and their various functions. I mean the shapes of the pasta, not the people. It's kind of interesting, actually.
Posted by: lis | September 02, 2005 at 12:44 AM
Hey, understanding Italian is easy. With my three years of Latin, nine years of english, three years of french and 8 weeks Italien-crash-course, I was able to understand at least 50% of what they were yelling to me.
So, all you have to do is study an extinct language, speak three related languages more or less fluent (did I mention that German helps?), learn the very basics (Like, "Hello. Food is good.") and basta!, you'll understand enough Italian to realize how often those Italians are rude and impolite.
Well, I guess one could just learn Italian but... na.
Oh, and they actually teach German in american Highschools? Funny.
Posted by: HerrMetik | September 02, 2005 at 10:03 AM
If ever I travel abroad I'll remember the broken Englishes. Because the entry of the blog? I am liking muchly.
Posted by: warcrygirl | September 02, 2005 at 11:32 AM
Viva Italy!
Posted by: schmutzie | September 02, 2005 at 12:29 PM
When we were in a NATO squadron, we had an Italian Commander. His wife spoke almost exactly like that. When it was time to hit the road, she told us we needed to "strike the pavement."
Posted by: buffi | September 03, 2005 at 05:37 PM
LOVING the new, Grammatically Incorrect Finslippy.
Posted by: cagey | September 05, 2005 at 09:50 AM
Are thems the thoughts of cows?
Posted by: Nikol | September 05, 2005 at 06:23 PM
Wah! We miss you! Here are some hopes that the Englishes are providing you with less snails in shoes and more yummy pasta and wine. And poopage! We needs some poopage!
Posted by: missbanshee | September 06, 2005 at 01:44 PM
Italy!! So cool.
And the one word I know for sure in Italian is pazzo. Which means crazy.
Well, that's not entirely true. I know the names of various shapes of pasta, but that probably won't be very helpful while driving down the road.
Posted by: celia blue | September 10, 2005 at 08:40 AM
I can relate to the language issues- I live in Tokyo and the other day I told my Japanese babysitter not to eat the baby instead of not to feed the baby!
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