So, it's been a few days and apparently, I eat like a European already. Usually, breakfast is a little bread and cheese and a piece of fruit (because frutterias are everywhere and fruit is good, you philistine) followed by a jaunt down the street to pick up whatever odds and ends I forgot to get yesterday. Lot's o' hills here, I am getting exercise for sure. I am tanning up nicely, as well. Pizza is as common here as greasy burger joints are back home, but tomato sauce isn't a part of the equation. I've seriously been to Pizzeria Da Tullio every day. Tullio is awesome and I will become his friend by use of a draconian system of gifts and patronage of my own devising.
I sure wish I spoke Italian though, I feel like a moron, only knowing 4 or 5 words in a sentence and not being able to make myself properly understood (yet). Fortunately Italians are super nice and really gracious when you try to speak their language (actually similar to experiences I've had in Mexico, now that I think about it). I have the accent down, and I know enough spanish to fake it for now, so... yeah, I got that going.
I sure wish I spoke Italian though, I feel like a moron, only knowing 4 or 5 words in a sentence and not being able to make myself properly understood (yet). Fortunately Italians are super nice and really gracious when you try to speak their language (actually similar to experiences I've had in Mexico, now that I think about it). I have the accent down, and I know enough spanish to fake it for now, so... yeah, I got that going.