Saturday, 13 July 2013
Another Italian conversation
Yesterday, I went back to the sandwich shop where I buy my lunch every Friday, and like the week before it was the Italian guy at the till. This time, I managed to order the sandwich in Italian, with all the trimming and so on. And I also did a bit of conversation. I understood almost all he said and managed to answer him in his mother tongue. I was pretty happy with myself. It made my day, anyway.
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That's how I feel when I speak French with someone!
Bravo!
Thank you! Small victories are often the most satisfying ones.
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