John and I plan to travel to Tuscany with some friends in the spring. I grew up with an Italian surname (Lopresti) but my Italian immigrant grandparents wanted their children to be American through and through, so no Italian was spoken in their home and my father had none of the language to share with us. A friend is letting me borrow her Pimsleur Italian CDs and I’m determined to learn “Help! I’m lost!” if nothing else. I’m having fun with it.
How about you? I intentionally left the title of this Story Weekend open-ended so you can write about whatever the words ‘Foreign Language’ mean for you.
If you’re new to Story Weekend, here’s how it works: I pick a theme and you share something from your life that relates to that theme, however you interpret it. Thanks to all of you who’ve contributed. As always, there are a few “rules”:
▪ The story must be true
▪ Try to keep it under 100 words. Embrace the challenge! That’s about six or seven lines in the comment form. I want others to read your story, and most people tend to skip if it’s too long. I know how tough it is to “write tight” but I hope you’ll accept this as a challenge. Happy writing!