Carbonara

If breakfast burritos exist, we should also be allowed to have a breakfast pasta! 

Italian Superstition

Way back when, I couldn't find any wood to knock on and an Italian girlfriend of mine told me that the Italian equivalent is grabbing your boob (balls for men)...and I've been doing it ever since.

German lawyer type

Pretend-Italian

I'm just very, very good at pretending. This applies to every language I (don't) speak.

Happy Sunday!

Linguistic Identity Crisis

For my polyglot-friends.

Mamma Mia

Merry Christmas!

Here's a totally non-Christmassy cartoon.

Et alors?

Yay! New entires on my five favourite blogs!

Anywho. To make up for my laziness yesterday, here's a comic about Antonio, a slightly creepy older Italian guy that I met in Paris. He used to work at an Italian language centre where I took classes one summer. I didn't really want to hang out with him, but he had a motorcycle.

 I hung out with him that one time, and he called persistently for a while after that, even after I told him that I was already seeing someone. His reaction every time was "Boyfriend? So what?"

Ugh.