l'universita della vita — 1 year ago
There’s nothing quite like the school of life for learning a language. I spent primary school singing songs about body parts and naming animals at the zoo, and high school repeating verb conjugations mindlessly back at our teacher. But spending just one summer in Italy and getting to use the language every day: even simplistically, fumbling-ly was so much more worthy than my entire school experience of learning Italian. I realised that I knew more than I thought I did, and I loved those incidental “lessons”, hanging out with your new Italian mates/colleagues and correcting each other’s grammar over a beer or on a beach, and those times when it just clicked and you didn’t even realise you’d just answered a question asked in Italian, because it made sense straight away.
Now that I’m back in native-English-speaker-land though (and feeling far less inspired) I don’t want to lose it. The plan is to sign up for some Italian conversation classes at somewhere like CIT in South Yarra or the Co.As.It in Carlton (Melbourne) next year…
