The Language of Love

Our languages may be different, but our emotions transcend all barriers.

I know a couple (a Chilean muchacho and a Russian devotchka) that are head over heels for one another, yet neither of them speak each other's language. But it doesn't matter, because there is no stopping love.

I see them romantically stroll though the streets, as one hand squeezes the palm of their lover, while the other hand clutches to a small worn-out translation dictionary. Que romantico!

I suppose love goes beyond words.

A look, a wink, a smile, a kiss- the language of love is universal.

"Scusi Scusi, Pizza e Vino. Grazie. Ciao."

Peet-tsahhh!

My two previous attempts of learning Itallian failed. Playing Super Mario Bros. and watching Jersey Shore Season 2 were probably not the best ways to approach it.

My "Zia Katerina" was visiting from Italy and she's been teaching me a thing or two. I'm going to visit her next month in Italy. I bought an "Italian for Dummies" book and hope to learn at least some basics before I go to Italy. My goal is to learn Italian on this trip.

So far, I think i'm already an expert. This is what I know:

• Pizza (pronounced peet-tsah)
• Spaghetti (spah-geht-tee) 
• Mozzarella (moht-tsah-rehl-lah)
• Cappuccino (cahp-poo-chee-noh)
• Vino (vee-noh)
• Amore (ah-moh-re)
• Ciao! (chah-oh)

Well thats probably all I'll need, anyway. Right?

(Super Mario Bros and Jersey Shore weren't a complete waste of time either. Mario taught me how to pronounce words (I imagine I'm Mario and pronounce everything just like he pronounces "it's me Maaario!" And Jersey Shore has taught me just about everything I should probably not do. Thanks.)