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.

2 comments:

Debra She Who Seeks said...

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

Bravo!

Guillaume said...

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