You should have heard the lady with the dog, finding herself in the middle of a petish accident on the sidewalk past Piazza Garibaldi, share with us her outrage.

& you should have seen the recognition in her eye when, a stanza of contempt later, she saw our sympathetic yet deer-like looks of modest comprehension.

(For those who know how to draw the lineaments of that familiar visage, insert a fair approximation of our selfie in the spacious confines of this blog post below.)

Everywhere we look: Saldi Saldi Saldi. So far Rebecca has played her part quite well: acquistare acquistare acquistare. Even Grazia had to laugh at all the bags.

My time will come. But for now I am going back to my Italian lessons, applying myself this time to a Reader’s Digest version of All the Books of Summer 2018.

For those fluent in baseball’s lingo, here’s the boxscore for my first day’s quiz.

The top line: 1 for 3 (with a walk online to check my Latinate best guesses)
Next up: 2 for 2 at the start (before the idioms starting throwing curve balls)
On the verso: I breeze past the White House, knowing what the meaning of is is.
On the recto: faith and science go together like “Spahn & Sain & Pray for Rain.” I am most intrigued, however, by the way fede goes from “wedding ring” to “faith” in the course of my transcription of the individual words into Google Translate.

Una notte su la città

Una stanza con vista

Il tempo

Dove?

Su il corso, ovviamente

I biciclette in la città

La pièce de résistance

At the urging of Umberto, our most dear friend at del Trivio,
Rebecca finished off her evening meal with some benzene:
a.k.a. grappa, for those who have the palate for the stuff.
After about one sip, she thought she had had quite enough.

Thinking back on the post of “Welcoming Words,” I began to wonder to myself how exactly to capture the native sense of “stepping out on Corso Garibaldi.”

For the nonce, I’m toying with the notion that the best approach for me would have to be on my iPhone. And so, before the next question comes to mind, I recall.

WIP, as I always abbreviate it on our Italian to-do list, begins in Colliers:

la’voro work; (occupazione) job; (opera piece of work, job; (Econ) labour; lavori forzati hard labour; lavoro internal o in affitto temporary work

lavoro in corso work in progress

After well over two hours, it seems as if
It’s finally decided to thunder no more.

So now the only questions left in store:
Rain to come? Temp. to drop even more?

Were there a botanist within me, he would have a clue
As to the genus and species of any rock-defying brute.