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14-03-2012, 16:37
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Frustrated at not being able to follow his neighbours' chatter, Bernard Milward decided it was time to take some classes in the tongue of Dante
"Mozzarella va a Lecce ogni giorno" (Mozzarella goes to Lecce every day).
I bounced this improbable phrase around in my brain for a few seconds whilst my Italian neighbours continued to babble away at a blistering pace, which with my limited Italian, was quite impossible to keep up with. Then it dawned on me. "Mia sorella va a Lecce ogni giorno" (my sister goes to Lecce every day). That was it. I decided that I needed to sign up for an Italian course.
I promptly googled Italian schools and was surprised at the bewildering choice. Italian for cooking, history of art, literature, medicine, music, business… The list seemed endless. I had a number of considerations in mind. I didn't want to go to a school in the height of summer; nor a school which would be full of American university students (normally a huge chunk of the market, but whose numbers fluctuate with the comparative strength of the dollar versus the euro); and finally I wanted to go to a part of the country where I would get maximum exposure to the language. Thus, I needed to avoid the more popular tourist regions, where one might try speaking the local parlance and would infuriatingly receive a response in English or German...,.....,,
Frustrated at not being able to follow his neighbours' chatter, Bernard Milward decided it was time to take some classes in the tongue of Dante
"Mozzarella va a Lecce ogni giorno" (Mozzarella goes to Lecce every day).
I bounced this improbable phrase around in my brain for a few seconds whilst my Italian neighbours continued to babble away at a blistering pace, which with my limited Italian, was quite impossible to keep up with. Then it dawned on me. "Mia sorella va a Lecce ogni giorno" (my sister goes to Lecce every day). That was it. I decided that I needed to sign up for an Italian course.
I promptly googled Italian schools and was surprised at the bewildering choice. Italian for cooking, history of art, literature, medicine, music, business… The list seemed endless. I had a number of considerations in mind. I didn't want to go to a school in the height of summer; nor a school which would be full of American university students (normally a huge chunk of the market, but whose numbers fluctuate with the comparative strength of the dollar versus the euro); and finally I wanted to go to a part of the country where I would get maximum exposure to the language. Thus, I needed to avoid the more popular tourist regions, where one might try speaking the local parlance and would infuriatingly receive a response in English or German...,.....,,