Advertisements In which I give my airport city its turn I have flown into Milan three times now, and the third time I stayed. Granted, all of four days. But four days that went quite a ways toward a sense of the spirit of the city and the people who spend any kind of timeContinue reading “Un viaggio a Milano”
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A presto, Dante Alighieri!
Advertisements In which I peer into the passato remoto (like, molto molto remoto) Dante, the poet of Italy, so famous the last name is basically superfluous, died seven hundred years ago today. Seven HUNDRED years. WHAT. He had contracted malaria while staying in Ravenna at the request of its prince, Guido II da Polenta. ScholarsContinue reading “A presto, Dante Alighieri!”
How *Am* I?
Advertisements In which I do not seriously ask that question, thank God Language is weird. My relationship to language learning has always been marked both by eagerness and a measure of trepidation, an uncertainty born of having to consciously try. I grew up in a monolingual household—it’s been at least two generations since either sideContinue reading “How *Am* I?”
A Few Choice Italian Words
Advertisements In which I reflect on a recent viaggio with my parole preferite I spent last weekend in Florence with my sister, who is studying there, and my dad, who took a transatlantic getaway. A smaller city than I remembered, but hey, I’ve done some growing and traveling since my last visit. Over those 8½Continue reading “A Few Choice Italian Words”