This post is going to have a twinge of sadness to it because it's my last Italy post. I mean, last Italy post for this particular trip, not last Italy post ever because I plan on going back.
By the way, I totally have to brag that I got complimented on my Italian in every friggin' city. I have to say, it made me really want to learn Italian because I was told that I had a really nice accent. I used Duolingo for maybe four weeks of hardcore daily vocabulary cram sessions and I think the pronunciation practice helped out a lot. Whenever we sat down to eat or went into stores, I'd greet the staff with a "Buongiorno!" or "Ciao!" or "Buona serata!" and immediately, they'd greet me back in a flurry of Italian after which point, I'd have to ask, "Parle inglese? Per favore?" It was kind of awesome in contrast to every visit to Paris where 90% of the population had really strong I-know-you're-American radar and they'd greet me in English before I could even break out my French.
Anyway, I really hammered the basics into my brain - greetings, "quello" (that one), "io mangio..." (I eat...), "io vorrei..." (I want), and a list of foods, and it was more than enough to get by. I was actually quite proud.
I love you, Italy. I'm going to learn some more Italian and I'll see you again soon!