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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2 comments:

  1. Debra She Who Seeks13 July 2013 at 16:43

    That's how I feel when I speak French with someone!

    Bravo!

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  2. Guillaume14 July 2013 at 16:35

    Thank you! Small victories are often the most satisfying ones.

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