In one day, I learned more Italian than I have Spanish in 5 years. Gratzie, Francesco, Paolo e Joey, ho riso più con voi tutti giorno. Ok that's all really haha. Sandwiches and Italian beer in the square led to caffe shakeratos on the Palazzie Michelangelo overlooking Florence. Then we were shoe shopping in the city "
qualsiasi cosa per la principessa" with plans for pizza with friends.
Then "
In Italia, abiamo aperitivos first pizza" to which you say ...Ok! And then we're drinking orange cocktails by the duomo. We all go home
"ci prepariamo" then meet for the most wonderful pizza I've ever had and before we know it it's 5 a.m. and we're all best friends.
How does that happen? I can't explain it- I wouldn't be able to anyways, we barely spoke a complete sentence the whole time. After a while, you're so confused trying to explain, you just give up. But laughing? Laughing we could understand. We laughed about everything.
Strangers are a funny thing, because they could actually be very dangerous. Or they could actually be very much like you. Especially if they're from halfway across the world and have never left Italy in their lives. It's a risk, and you have to be smart. But if I've learned anything about this short life, it's the risks that are always worth it.
Miei nuovi amici Italiani
