19.1.11

The Butcher

So, I really need to learn Italian.  My small knowledge of Italian is really compromising my ability to shop in Italy.  My roommate and I were at a covered market the other day, and we wanted to get some steak for dinner.  We went up to the butcher and read the name of the steak we wanted to him.  With the aid of pointing, this was easy enough.  But then we had to figure out how to tell him how much we wanted him to cut for us.  This was a series of odd hand motions and gesturing.  After a long and awkward period, we finally got a cut of steak.  And it was delicious, totally worth the trouble.
But yeah, my Italian skills need a lot of work.  Especially if I am going to start haggling for shoes.

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