I have tried many, many times to teach myself Italian. I tried and I failed. Something always came up and I’d skip a day, greasing the skids for missing two days, and on and on. I’m giving it one more go and so far, after 16 lessons, I’m sticking with it.
Over Thanksgiving I was talking to Herself about how I loved the fact that Italian has a separate verb for each each of the meals of the day. “I am having lunch” is pranzare. “I am having dinner” is cenare. I love it. Mmmmm, food.
So there I was walking home from work tonight, going through the hood on 6th St, when I look up and happen to notice a pizza place called “Pranzo Pizza”. That would translate to “Luncheon Pizza” or some such. I was so thrilled at having recognized an Italian word in the world that I, well, had to rush home and write about it.
If you’ve ever wanted to learn another language, do it. Just do it. It is so worth it. I’m using Pimsleur and really liking it.