If I have a smile on my face it is because I am pleasantly surprised at the amount of Italian I am able to dredge up here in Italy and spit out at the appropriate times.
Everything doesn’t come out exactly right and I am often fumbling for words but, all in all, I feel as though I can semi-communicate. On our ride into Rome, our driver was very encouraging and complementary . . . of course, he does earn his living driving people like me. And, our host in Rome, Nino, was very encouraging and complementary . . . of course, he, too, earns his living by catering to people like me. And, then, shortly after we arrived at Podere Cunina near Buonconvento in Tuscany, our hostess, Silvana told me that I wonderful pronunciation . . . shoot, she’s pretty much in my pocket, as well. Hmmmm, do I detect a theme here.
Well, regardless of how well I actually speak, it feels good to be using the language again however ept or inept I might be.