My internet connection is really bad today, maybe it’s the ominous fog outside. I have never seen fog so low to the ground. The owls and birds coo and the cows moo. Actually, in Italy, the cows seem to “Baooo”, in books and when kids sing Old MacDonald, the cows say “Baooooo”. Strange that cows even speak a different language here. Language is tricky. Italian is a difficult language for me to learn to speak. I can understand what people are saying for the most part, but to speak is difficult for me because I like to be correct when I speak. Italian is backwards to English. I would say the purple cow, and they would say the cow purple. This is an easy example, but I have a lot of trouble figuring out which order to say the words in. In English, we would say “I speak” and “You speak”, in Italian they change the ending of the word to fit the subject you are speaking about. So…to speak is “parlare”, I speak is “parlo” and you speak is “parli”. And lets not even talk about the irregular verbs. Wowza.
In the kitchen, and in context, the language is not so difficult. To express ideas or emotions in any depth is almost impossible. Today, the sous chef looked at me and made a hand gesture about another person. I had to tell him that we don’t speak with our hands in Canada and I had no idea what he meant (non parlo con mani dal Canada?). He thought this was hilarious. And it was. The array of hand gestures used here is mind boggling, even the children have a firm grasp on them. I have taken to speaking in English lately, to give them an idea of how hard it is for me to understand another language. They don’t seem to mind, each of the people in the kitchen understands English to some degree, and we end up laughing a lot because sometimes we are all lost in translation.