I canâ€™t go to Italy with bad hair. (Maybe you can, but I canâ€™t. Sorry.)Today I have an appointment at Bella Vita Salon, near my office, where a nice lady named Trish will cut & style my hair. Iâ€™m going for an inverted bob.
Nice thing is that itâ€™s an Aveda salonâ€¦
Maybe hair isn’t that interesting to others, but Iâ€™m also avoiding talking about how frustrated I am with the Italian language.
Just when I think I speak Italian, I find out that I really donâ€™t. And just when I think I donâ€™t, it turns out that I speak Italian quite well and can even hold political conversations (or just think I can). Maybe itâ€™s something to do with the moon or the weatherâ€¦
Learning a language can be very frustrating. Iâ€™m in the second year of my classes and I feel like Iâ€™ve got everything down pat. â€¦Until I open my text book and find a deviation from what I already know.
Sometimes I think the Italian language is much like the streets of a Tuscan hill town, winding this way and that, connected in unexpected places and turning in unexpected directions. You think youâ€™re going down one street but before you know it, youâ€™ve turned left and are headed somewhere you hadnâ€™t thought to go. Eventually you wind up in the right place, but not before scratching your head and staring at the map a few times.
I think this experience in Siena is going to be very interestingâ€¦
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