Lessons Learned

Since I'm learning so much, so quickly while I'm in Italy, I thought I'd start writing them down for you and bring them up every once in a while. Here's the first batch:

Italians of all ages love to sing. (Level of ability, notwithstanding.) 

Gli anziani love my crazy nail polish and think I have pretty teeth.

Never live near a parking lot. Or a church with bells. Or in a medieval city that likes to do road construction in a nonsensical manner at ungodly hours.

While I am still a talented sweeper and dish washer, I make a decent a sous-chef. (Next up: Do I have the skills to be a head chef?)

Commas are always optional and run-on sentences are commonplace in Italian literature.

Anchovies aren't that bad.

Meat, "Why?", "Buon appetito", and my name in Italian Sign Language.

Vitamina B is supposed to make your blood smell bad to mosquitoes. (Actual result: still unknown.)

Stay tuned for more Lessons Learned and the consequences of some from this week.