HOORAY, HOORAY! Fiorella has LOST three pounds and GAINED a bit of muscle on her on-and-off quest to learn El Espanol. Translation: she's cut down on her sweets and persuaded the nice young man that her son engaged to help her with her post-operation knee to also help her with Spanish. Got it? Si?!
What is it about Fiorella and her languages? Why is she so stuck on them? Maybe because she heard members of her father's family speaking in their native Carpathian Rusyn when she was still in the cradle and wondered what it was. Maybe it's related to her love for singing itself, which is a form of talking (and vice versa). Maybe it's that she's just plain nosy about what everyone is saying and wants to be part of the tribe. Whatever, wherever she goes, your girl keeps her ears open for the languages, but (sigh) has never become fluent in anything but American English.
Not that she'll throw down her towel! Somewhere along the way, she's determined to master German--the mother of English--and pick up some Spanish, which is a derivative of her beloved Latin (five years in high school/college). Then, of course, there's Russian (two years?), Telugu, and Hindu.
GRRRRR.....Oh, the time your girl has wasted! But then, she wanted to have children.....and she was drawn to art and music and theater and everything else under the sun.
Maybe she should have been an octopus.
Hey, Fio left out French, which, as she's told you before, she learned for a Linguistics Department required new language. Your girl figured FRENCH would be the easiest since her best friend, Nicole Domingue, was French and she (Fiorella) was accustomed to its swings and formations. She also went down town to her favorite used book store and bought an ancient book on learning French. (And she thinks she's told you this story before, but it's worth repeating.)😊
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