Tuesday, January 25, 2011

I don't speak italian

This thought struck me last night as I was feeding Girlfriend's fish. Younger Son had helpfully pointed out that he likes to be talked to so I was chattering away when I suddenly realised that he wouldn't understand me being used to Girlfriend's Italian conversation.

I said the first thing that came into my head, 'Ciao.'

Fish looked puzzled. I guess it was my accent. I tried again with the only other bit of Italian I know. 'Buon appetito!'
That did the trick; he enthusiastically attacked the food flakes drifting round the bowl. I said it again for good measure and left him enjoying his dinner.

It does mean our conversation will be rather limited but it's only for a week while YS and Girlfriend are on holiday so I'm sure he'll survive.

8 Comments:

Blogger SmitoniusAndSonata said...

Spaghetti? Lasagne? Pizza?
I bet your Italian is up to the task in hand.

11:22 AM  
Blogger CalumCarr said...

Are you in this afternoon, Liz?

There's a van coming for you.

I suggest you leave fish-feeding instructions for hubbie. :)

12:38 PM  
Blogger Rose said...

On my first trip to Italy many years ago, I learned the word "Scusi." Not sure if you need to apologize to Fish, but I seemed to use the word a lot back then:)

Hmmm, now I'm curious about Calum's van...hope it's a fun excursion.

3:37 PM  
Blogger Liz said...

Good thinking, sonata. Unless he thinks I'm about to eat him.

I hid behind the door, calum, and they went away again.

It won't hurt, rose, to apologise. (Calum's talking about the white van that comes to take people to asylums!)

3:39 PM  
Anonymous nick said...

Che bel pesce sei! Cosí aggraziato! Cosí carino! (What a beautiful fish you are! How graceful! How pretty!)

That should do the trick.

7:13 PM  
Blogger Leslie: said...

You can always flatter him by saying Ciao, Bello! That gets Italian men every time! lol

8:22 PM  
Blogger CherryPie said...

That reminds me of Dory in Finding Nemo :-)

10:09 PM  
Blogger katney said...

I spoke Italian reasonably well for a conversation at one time. Having had no one to speak it with for over 45 years, it is fairly well forgotten until such time as I am trying to communicate in Spanish. At such times every Italina word I ever knew that is not the same or very similar in Spanish leaps from my lips.

12:06 AM  

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