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Eccolo qua.  Here it is.

Since the last post (Texts from Sunday Afternoon) caught the attention of my lovely Italian teacher, she took the opportunity to educate la ragazza amerciana pazza (the crazy American girl) in class today.  Grazie S!

What good is education - or anything, for that matter - if you can't share it?

I promised when I learned how to POLITELY point out ... well ... things are 'out' that really should be 'in' that I would post thusly.  Thusly:

Si direbbe (one would say):  "Ha la bottega aperta"

Literally this translates to the shop/store/workshop being open.  However, this is a colloquialism to simply explain, "You flies are undone." 

She also gave props to one of my commenters (whom I had the pleasure of meeting in person a few weeks ago!) who was spot on with the vegetable references. 

Furthermore, my teacher shared an article by Roberto Begnini (remember him from La Vita E` Bella and Johnny Stecchino from my continuing Italian film fettish?) that is so freaking funny, I think my outright cackling just scared the water meter guy ... who just showed up to peek under my sink (no, really, the sink - no colloquialism here).

He (Signor Begnini, not the water guy) makes references to male & female parts (The "vulva 740 turbodeisel" was my favorite) in his piece (no pun intended), but he really does so in a tasteful and funny way.

Now, references to lunchmeat, I got.  Vegetables (cucumber), fruit (again with la banana!).  But ... a Cornetto (croissant)?  Really?  That's new ... and it makes me think of marmalade or jam ... which is how this whole thing got started in the first place ... with a simple text Sunday afternoon:

"There's a man selling jam in mercato Santo Spirito with ... "

Photo of Signor Begnini and complete article can be found here:
http://www.aforismario.it/roberto-benigni.htm





I hope we're all having a good week.  Notate che ho detto NIENTE assolutamente di 'hump day'! Niente.

(Notice I said absolutely NOTHING about hump day. Nothing.)

Again, you're welcome. 

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have much homework to do (insert gratuitous brown-nosing here, in case teacher is reading this) before I go scope out a new wine bar.

Dad - if you are reading this - yes, I still do my homework before going out to play.  Love you!

Comments

  1. Valerie,
    Another food term that I've heard is "cannoli" - as in the "cannoli siciliani!" So many ways to express the same thing :)
    Your posts always bring a smile to my face :) Thanks!!!

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  2. Barbara - I know you'll appreciate Begnini's piece then (plus I know you can read Italian) - "I have ruined many women; too many." Still giggling thinking of the whole thing. As always, it warms my heart that you come here for a smile. :) A presto!

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