I’ve been studying Italian off and on for a few years. I have tried many ways to get at least to a comfortable state of conversing. I am disappointed I never learn a foreign language growing up; it was not stressed as it is now to have a second language. I think if I had at least the foundation of learning a different tongue when I was younger, learning Italian would not be the struggle it is now.
With no washer; 16 pieces of clothing, a few pair of undies, 3 pairs of socks and 2 shallow sinks equals 4 “loads” of laundry.
Soak a little in the soapy water… agitate by hand a bit for 3 or 4 minutes…let out soapy water…SQUEEZE, swish around in rinse water in other sink…let water out…SQUEEZE…fill first sink with rinse water… swish around for second rinse… SQUEEZE… fill sink again swish around for a third rinse (I’m sensitive to washing soap at home and I don’t know how gentle this stuff is)…SQUEEZE… Repeat 3 more times Mosquitoes…Oh-Oh…To be itchy...Oh-Oh-Oh
It rhymes in Italian (somewhat) as opposed to English and sounds so much better. Mosquitoes; living in Florida I am no stranger to these little winged vampires but here in Italy they are much more vicious than their America cousins. Although I wrote about them while in Firenze 7 years ago, I feel they deserve another rant since they seem to be especially brutal this year. Traveling is exciting, interesting, amusing, intimidating, educational and exhausting. It tries you, challenges you, and expands you in many ways.
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