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Attending a private Italian language school full-time for six months was easy compared to mustering up the boldness and courage it takes to engage with real live Italians in real life situations.
Some days I understand almost everything I hear. Other days it’s as if there’s cotton stuck in my ears. I never know into which sort of day I’m going to wake up. And did you know that each place has its own dialect? So much for all that Dante’s Italian I studied.
All of this can be a bit frustrating for someone who loves conversation, and wants to get to know the locals. But the truth is, I speak too much English. No wonder the most popular secular advice is to find an Italian boyfriend.
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