"Strano, pero'," says the southern guy I to whom I have just been introduced at a work-related dinner, "non hai un accento molto americano." He chews contemplatively on his pizza.
"Suona piuttosto europeo."
The way to this particular girl's heart is definitely through her accent-related insecurities. Pity he's already taken.
About Me
Life in Italy... and other places.
An American takes a year post-college (and pre-medical school) to go to Italy and teach English. The year stretches to three... and four... and this blog is a record of small things that get remembered at the end of the day. On occasion, she can also be found in New Jersey or France, the familial homelands.
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