Tuesday, November 23, 2010

What Not to Say

Today instead of writing about pretty things, I'm going to give a little Italian lesson about what not to say.  First, let me tell you where I went wrong.

It was last January at 9:00 in the morning.  I had my two year old in the stroller and was going to the Friday market with my friend.  (Friday market is a lovely outdoor market that fills the city center with vendors that sell everything from scarves to apples) We were short on time but as we walked past our regular cafe it just didn't feel right to not stop for cappuccino.  We didn't have the time so we just decided to stop in, say ciao, and get a bottle of water to take with us to the market.  We were feeling pretty good about our Italian at this point and this is what we said:

Us: Ciao Bea!

Bea: Ciao! Come stai? (Hi How are you?)

Us: Bene. Per oggi, vorrei solo un aqua naturali da asporta (Good. For today we would like only water to go)
Us: Perche addiamo a marketa (Because we are going to a prostitute)

Bea:  Nothing.  She just stared at us.

Luckily then her husband stepped out of the back laughing and said no, "addiamo a mercato"

Got that?  Mercato not Marketo.  Easy mistake for an English speaker to make don't you think?  Marketa (actually spelled marchetta in Italian) sounds just like market.

It happened again this summer (but not to me thankfully).  I was in the city center with my boys and these cute little American college students who were studying abroad were standing in the street saying "Marketo?  Marketo?"  Poor things didn't speak any Italian and were looking for a grocery store.  Of course no one would speak to them because in Italian they were asking for a prostitute. 

Okay so remember, Mercato not Marketo.

Allora, addesso vado a un mercato.  Ciao ciao.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Roma

Spent a lovely weekend with friends in Rome. Such a gorgeous city. Everywhere you look, there is something beautiful, ancient, and full of history. Truly unbelievable.  If only the walls could talk. . .

I don't even remember what this is but it is gorgeous!


Trevi fountain
Forum.  This is over 2,000 years old

Piazza Navono

 
Just another day standing around on 2,000 year old columns.  Whatever.

St. Peter's Basilica

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Sono Francese?

For over a year I have been trying to blend into this culture that I love so much and not seem like an American tourist.  Only the latter has been successful. 

Now they think I'm French.

I'm not sure what went wrong.  My spoken Italian is strongly affected by my southern accent and as soon as I utter a simple "ciao", they know I'm not local. (My pronunciation is really quite horrendous.)  Now though, instead of switching to English, people have started speaking to me in French.

Oh well, could be worse.  Au Revoir.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Let's Get Dressed





Fall's big trend of ladylike, polished clothes has really taken off in Italy.  I'm seeing more skirts, tights, pants and leggings than jeans this season.  Don't get me wrong, we're still dressing up skinny jeans. I'm just seeing less jeans.  (It is a common myth that you don't wear jeans in Europe. Everyone wears jeans-- just wear your nice jeans.) 

The funkiness of last year is still around too so the look isn't stuffy, just more polished.  Isn't it fun to get dressed when anything goes?

top image via http://prettystuff.tumblr.com/
bottom two images from La Dolce Vita

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

l'autunno

Autumn in Italy. . .
Loving the falling leaves outside our window

 
the coziness of everyone bundled in scarves and coats

and comfort food like Ferrara's famous cappelacci di zucca (pasta stuffed with pumpkin).  Delizioso.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Gli Italiani

I love this quote by E.M. Forester. . .

"Drop that awful tourist idea that Italy is only a museum of antiquities
and art. Love and
understand the people
for the people
are more marvelous
than the land."
-E.M. Forester

Words to live by for anyone visiting Italy. There is as much to be said for experiencing Italy by living the Italian way as there is for checking the museums off your list. Spend an hour sipping wine in a sidewalk cafe and watch the people walking by, linger over a three course lunch, chat with the locals, the waiters, the baristas, the fruit vendors... you may choose to never return home.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Dominica

A perfect lazy morning sipping cappuccino at a sidewalk cafe.  Sono felice.



Hope your Sunday is peaceful and happy.  Ci vediamo.