I think that I have a pretty good ear for language, but mix that with no dictionary (they are actually pretty militant about that) and a perfectionist side, and you've got the makings of a melt down, but I didn't let it get the better of me.
I took home the text book, and after spending some time at the enoteca and translating for a few English speakers who were visiting today, I've been buried in the text book (no English).
My classmates are interesting, a young girl from Shanghai who is an opera singer, needing to learn Italian so she can train with a famous opera maestro, an Ethiopian RC priest, a French expat and a nun from Malaysia. I'll remember their names at some point--I told the crew at l'enoteca that my head was spinning after class. It's okay, humility makes us stronger, right?
I'll be doing this for the next 2 weeks, morning classes every day, and 3 afternoons one on one with an instructor. I may begin to feel like Charlie Brown when Lucy pulls the football before he can kick it!
Here are a few snaps of this gorgeous city.
Wishing you a buona notte from Spello.