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Okay, listen up because I don’t say this often. You were right. Today I had my last Italian class for this semester, and as it turned out I was the only one there (with Filomena, the teacher, of course) so I got a private class and we also talked a bit. – I think you [...]

I did it. I signed up for the beginner’s course in Italian. I came up with a multitude of excuses and reasons why I shouldn’t, then I more or less asked for my husband’s permission, then I came up with more excuses and then I signed up for the course. It is ridiculous. I have [...]

In Italian, che cavolo either means what a cabbage or what the ****. I seem to have a thing for cabbage. Remember when I unintentionally grew cabbage flowers last year? Well, I tend to buy cabbage, and then we never eat it. There is something about it that attracts me, something about the color, shape [...]

Ten years ago I decided that my English was to be more American than British. Consequently I write color, not colour, jewelry not jewellery, apartment not flat - but my Americanization has come to a halt now. We have a serious glitch in our relationship, the American and I. You see, I can’t stand the word soccer. In Sweden we call it fotboll. I am also [...]

Seven weeks left, and I prepare by having Rai Uno running in the background. It’s going to be all up to me this time, and I don’t want to stand there with a blank expression feeling stupid every time someone says something to me. I just finished reading a novel in Italian, surely I ought to [...]