I just *love* Italians…
You know I do.
One, on most occasions, more than the rest.
But, one thing I do not discriminate on is my love of their cute little accents…in inglese, of course.
My personal favorite?
It is no surprise Italians encounter difficulties with my name – Americans have had problems my entire life. In the states, I get “Sherry” or, sometimes “Cheryl” and, sometimes…just sometimes…”Carrie.” “Her name can’t be CHERRY,” they must be thinking, so they add and subtract letters at will.
But, here in Italy it is a whole ‘nurther story.
My name, especially in the mouth of my favorite Italian photographer’s son, is prezioso!
It sounds like – stay with me here, now – Chaw’ewey.
Yes, like a mix between a chihuahua and a berry.
Couldn’t you just eat that up?
It is also amusing when I am corrected on English-language words they have adapted to make their own.
or…and, this is a good one, you guys – Hillary Clinton!
On more than one occasion, I have tried to make myself understood by altering my own accent when speaking English. “I need a spray for my sore throat,” becomes “Ho bisogno una spray per il mal di gola.
Well, “spray,” in my accento Southeast Texas, comes out “spraaay.”
It don’t cut it!
So, I continue my struggle to learn, not only Italian and Calabrese, but to re-learn words I have uttered the last 30 years…
And, I have to admit, “shopping” is one word I’m not planning to lose.