Where did this sudden need to learn Italian come from? It has been in me ever since I moved to Paris and would hear Italian speakers and wanted to join in on the fun too. At the time, I thought it was best to stick to one language before confusing the pants off of me by adding another.
I was having a drink at La Petite Porte on Music Day with Kendra and Kamal listening to a French band do a cover The Red Hot Chili Pepper's 'Aeroplane' when I started chatting it up with an extremely attractive gentleman. Tall, dark and handsome. Obviously. I am in favor of this combo because it compliments my short, dark and cute. I noticed he had an accent while we were chatting away in French and had asked if where he was from. Italy. He was from Italy. Bellisimo. Well that explains the tall, dark and handsome. I was able to manage telling him in Italian that before I spoke French, I had spoke some Italian but had lost most of it. I was impressed that I was able to say that much. So was my new friend. As I tried to continue on in Italian the French kept creeping in. Unfortunately, the romance languages aren't interchangeable.
As it turned out, La Petite Porte is owned by Italians and I shared with them my desire to relearn it. In typical Italian fashion, they commanded me to go home, study and than come back to practice. Thankfully not this night but with Italians, you never know. This will be what drives my inspiration to take on my next language challenge.
Unfortunately, I missed the deadline for summer classes at the Istituto Italiano di Cultura but this gives me the rest of the summer to save money and brush up on what I had already learned in hopes to bypass the absolute beginner's class. I'm ready to get back to my roots dive deeper into my romance language as I take on my second. As for the tall, dark handsome and I guess you would say stranger, while we didn't do the official exchange of contact details, I will be seeing him again.
La Petite Porte
20, bd. Saint Martin
Paris 75010