How’s My Italian?

If you’ve spent more than 15 minutes with me, you probably know about my love addiction to Italy and everything related to it. I love the food. I love the language. I love the people. I love the culture. Seriously though, it can be somewhat unhealthy. While I wasn’t born Italian, I wish I was. The closest I’ve come is marrying an American with Italian ancestry.

The other day someone mentioned that I had lived in Italy for two years and spoke Italian fluently. I’m always proud of that fact, and I truly adore the Italian language. There’s just no way to speak Italian without emotion. It’s beautiful. Plus, I’ll admit that I get this amazing high from being able to say something that makes no sense to people, but makes complete sense to people who know the language. If you speak another language, you know what I’m talking about. It’s so empowering and beautiful that different sounds can communicate the same thing.

However, as the person mentioned that I spoke fluent Italian, I started to wonder. Do I still speak fluent Italian?

One problem with living in Las Vegas is that there aren’t many Italian people around. Of course, that makes it hard for me to really practice my Italian. As Crash Mom can attest, I take every opportunity I can to speak Italian (and I mean EVERY opportunity). However, it usually doesn’t amount to much and it’s the normal greeting stuff which is pretty easy. It makes me wonder how well I really speak Italian.

Unfortunately, I won’t know until I go back to Italy and I’m forced to speak Italian for a long period of time (Hopefully we’ll make it back when the Italy Rome temple is dedicated!). My gut tells me that I could do ok, but not having really spoken it much I could be totally wrong. Maybe I need to schedule regular skype chats with my Italian friends. Either way, I’ll be sad if I lose my Italian.

Also, my apologies to anyone who goes out to eat with me. You can guarantee that I’ll be suggesting Italian food. What can I say? It’s an addiction.