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July 09, 2002
We screamed all over Italy.
Last night I dreamt I was driving a red convertible through Italy. I was driving along perilous cliffs overlooking Tuscan villages and the Mediterranean. These landscapes are jumbled in my mind due to the long (long, long, long) day and night I spent driving across Italy with my parents last April, the night there was no room at the Inn. We managed to be in Italy during their version of Memorial Day, and every hotel room in every city was booked. Seriously. We went through every major city and tiny township in the country, and everywhere we heard the same thing: Completo! At one point we were all so zooey that my parents actually let me drive. Unfortunately, I was zooey too, and started hallucinating strange road signs where there were none. We finally wound up sleeping in the car on a side street in Pisa.
Later, in Alassio, a charming seaside resort town where we were served fresh tirimisu every morning, I told my new friends about the night we were driving around Italy. "Abbiamo gridato dappertutto l'Italia," I said. They - a group of high school boys, smack my wrist - all stopped in the middle of the pier and turned to me incredulously. "Che?"
"Abbiamo gridato dappertutto l'Italia," I said, making little "turning the steering wheel" motions.
"Ohhh," they said. "Guidato. 'Abbiamo gridato' means 'We screamed.'"
Other linguistic gems from that trip included asking for the tree instead of the hotel and the map instead of the bill.
Posted by didofoot at July 9, 2002 02:08 PM
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Reminiscent of Steve Martin's musings on learning French.
*Makes choking sound*
"You just asked the waiter for a shoe covered with cheese, and also asked him to massage your grandmother."
Oh, gimme that good ol' fashioned comedye.
Posted by: ian at July 9, 2002 02:33 PM
So, how much of that was your dream? Whatever, I loved it. Love your writing style. You entertain me to no end. Please don't leave me here!
Posted by: tracy at July 9, 2002 02:41 PM
remember that time WE were in italy and those high school boys bought you and nuala gelato but i had already paid for mine and thus did not get the free high school gelato? i'm still bitter. just a bit. bastards.
Posted by: mishie at July 9, 2002 02:45 PM
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Posted by: hj at February 24, 2003 06:52 PM
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