Mumma is an Italophile. For someone who has never stepped foot in the country, there is so much I love about it. I know that when I do eventually get there, I’m going to feel like I’ve arrived home.
I dream that some day before she goes to senior school, Bubba and I will pack up and move there for a few months – picking a little town somewhere and living like locals. She can attend the local school and I will take cooking classes and teach English. What an adventure it will be.
I play her Baby Einstein DVDs in Italian, and she has another DVD which teaches her basic words in Italian. Her First Thousand Words in Italian book sits alongside her First Words in French book and they both get a lot of attention.
Today I had reason to go looking for something my boss had lost. He had been at a meeting with a very handsome Italian man, so I did what I had to do – for my job! – and went to see the handsome Italian man. Unfortunately he didn’t have the item which had been lost, but he did have the most divine chocolate eyes and a perfect accent. Oh, and he was tall and probably 10 years younger than me. In other words, perfetto!
Ciao bella. Baci baci.