BACK TO ITALIAN

After a short break I decided to head back to studying Italian. I sent Mokohoto an email questioning when the next class was. You have to love it. An Asian woman being the coordinator for Italian and Spanish courses.

She replied back stating that the class had begun last week but I could join this week at a discounted price. So I decided to rock up after work. I was pretty excited as Luciano was taking the class again. She was my teacher previously for those that remember.

I rocked up to class and found Luciano in the hallway, she showed me to my room and the class was empty. I thought I was running late because the enrolment process took forever. Mokohoto kept getting interrupted and some how stuffed everything up. A simple 5 minute enrolment took 15 minutes.

I sat in class waiting for everyone when one guy turned up. We decided to start the class. Apparently there are 4 other students but for some reason they didn’t turn up. They probably heard I was coming.

The class started and Luciano decided to test what I remember. I got stuck on numbers when she was teaching us to tell the time. I couldn’t remember how to say eleven in Italian. So she asked the other guy and he couldn’t remember either. This is when Luciano cracked it and told us that for next week we both had to write the Italian numbers from one to hundred, hundred times. Talk about punishment man. That’s going to take me half the weekend to do.

The class continued and I realized we didn’t have the tit festival that we had last time. There was no Kylie or Obsessed secretary.

During the break Luciano told us that she was having another party. For those that don’t remember Luciano had a house party back in June. We rocked up with our pastries and wines in our hands to her backyard meet and greet party. There was a variety of people who spoke Italian, French and Russian. The whole point was for us to meet new people. Instead we ate, drank and pissed off.

Luciano had made some hot Italian wine. She made 3 pots that night to keep us all warm. Cherry got drunk on the Italian wine and started screaming in the car about who’s been having sex, hence which brought on the whole sex competition. The alcohol really got to Cherry when she started stroking my leg but let’s not even go there!

Back to the Italian class, I learnt how to tell the time during the first half of the class. This was good because I got to revise my numbers. The second half of the class we concentrated on how to deal with problems in hotels. This part I had to focus carefully on as we all know I have major hotel dramas while traveling.

Will keep you all posted as to how it is all going. Till then Ciao!