It’s a bit crazy (sad) when you notice your first real laugh in a new country. This is mainly because it means you haven’t had many laughs until then. My first laugh was in the evening of my first official day (this is tragic, I usually laugh (cackle) all the time).
I was on a night-time tour conducted by my lovely and helpful housemate (& new friend). She was showing me around the centre and may I add she has never spoken English to anyone before. I’m the first person she is practising her self-taught English on and I’ve got to mention how correct it is. The funniest moment came when she was explaining the topping at a Pizzeria to me. She was translating what the owner was saying and in confusion started speaking to him in English without realising.
The look on his face was hilarious and she only realised after finishing her sentence. I’m sure she was embarrassed but I found it very entertaining. I’ll give her a month before I’ve turned her into a fluent English-speaking beauty.
Until then, I’ll continue to be an English-speaking British person who knows how to say ‘Si, grazie ciao… I’ll get by.
Goodnight World. X
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