I feel even worse than I did back in high school on report card day. I always knew I was getting a D in Spanish, but I always hated it back then and could have cared less if I ever learned the language. The difference is that now I care about learning, I just might not have enough brain cells left to support that learning period.
Apparently Mr. Snoots tired of hearing me whine about the difficulty I was having so he told me to buy the Rosetta Stone Italian course, which I did after I recovered from the initial shock of the cost. Let me just say that so far, I think their program is brilliant. Just don't ask me to say anything intelligible yet. I can't even make it past the first lesson thus far. But, I just started today. I might have made a major faux pas, but I chose to buy the level 2 course because it had more of the conversational Italian than the other levels. Time will tell.
I think it's important to immerse yourself in the entire Italian experience, which means learning the language as well as the customs. What made me think I could learn another language? Oh, that's right. I forgot that I forgot I was losing my mind. Hell isn't other people. Hell is losing your own mind when you aren't even aware of it....
Ciao! For now.
