I’ve been learning Italian for just over 10 years now, on and off. I started learning it at university. In that first year we were required to attend classes for 4 hours a week and learn 50 words each week. That meant that by the end of the first semester I’d learnt 500 words, and 1000 by the end of the year. I had sticky notes with vocabulary all over the house and car, I recorded myself reciting words & vocabulary and I played those voice notes to myself on constant repeat in the car. It was hard at the time, but I’m so thankful now ~ those words really have been firmly cemented in my brain!
After I graduated, I took an adult class here in Sydney. I met a wonderful bunch of Italophiles who I’m still good friends with, and we all went right through to the most advanced stage they offered. The classes were great fun and very inspiring, but I still couldn’t really hold a fluent conversation or understand Italian spoken on TV. I remember arriving in Verona shortly afterwards and feeling so frustrated that I really couldn’t speak or understand as much as I thought I could.
Then, by chance, I was at a ‘going away’ party of an acquaintance who was retiring to Tasmania, and I was given the name of his Italian teacher. He told me I’d be lucky if I was taken on, as he only takes on a new student if one moves away. Only recently I discovered that my professore has had one student for 29 years! Seriously! I had been having weekly lessons with him for 6 months before he spoke more than a few words of english to me. He doesn’t make it easy, but that’s the point.
Here’s the thing about a private tutor. There’s nowhere to hide. You have to speak. You will make a complete fool of yourself. You’re going to make mistakes, and you’re going to get caught. There’s no avoiding it. We have conversations each week, he notes my mistakes or words I don’t know, and I have to learn them and then use them in conversation the following week. Each week we discuss a different topic, sometimes related to Italian history or culture, sometimes we discuss something interesting he’s found in the news, sometimes we simply discuss what we’ve done that week.
I notice that my Italian disintegrates when I’m stressed or nervous, and I really struggle to think in both languages at the same time. I’d be a terrible translator ~ if I’m thinking and talking in Italian, my English just falls apart. I also know that I have to work on it every single day; whether its reading, listening or watching something, or sitting down and doing some grammar exercises or learning vocabulary ~ I find if I don’t, the words just evaporate. I watch YouTube videos, watch Rai TV online, read the news, I listen to italian radio programs… sometimes actively, but sometimes I just listen while I cook or while I’m driving. If I’m tired or just don’t have much time, I don’t really listen, I just let it wash over me while I do something else.
I still wouldn’t say I’m fluent, but I feel I can hold a conversation fairly well. The last time I was in Rome I was able to go into an ottica (opticians) and buy new pair of prescription sunglasses and specify the tint and so on and have another pair for my husband delivered to us here in Sydney without a single word of English. Every time I put those sunglasses on I feel they mark a certain level of language proficiency for me… Better than any certificate of achievement.
I’ve almost finished reading my first book in Italian; Il Tempo Che Vorrei by Fabio Volo. I’m loving it. It’s very philosophical, and yet contemporary at the same time. As I read, I underline the words I don’t know, and then I write a translation in the margin. At the start of the book there were so many words I didn’t know I couldn’t fit them all in, but now I’m underlining about 5 words or less per page. It contains vocabulary that a student would never learn in any class, no matter how many classes you took!
Reading my first book in Italian marks another level of proficiency for me too. I’ve spoken with many friends who are bilingual and not one of them had forgotten the name of the first book they had read in their second language. It seems to be an unspoken goal when learning another language.
Leggere mio libro primo nellla lingua italiana è anche un segno di un altro livello di conoscenza per me. Ho parlato con alcuni amici che sono bilingue e nessuno ha dimenticato il nome dello primo libro che è stato letto nella lingua seconda. Sembra essere un obiettivo tacito quando si impara un altra lingue. (I welcome corrections!)
I wonder if other people feel the same way? What are the landmarks for achieving fluency?
What’s the next goal? I’m not sure ~ but I hope I’ll know it when it approaches. 😉
I came across this blog the other day and it really resonated with me ~ his thoughts on urban planning & architecture fit nicely with my thoughts on old world urban life & culture. And then I came upon this post on why learn Italian.
Over the years I’ve been asked quite often why I’m learning Italian, and besides the obvious answer ~ “But there’s so much to read in italian!” ~ this blog post sums many of the other reasons up so well.
In my experience, learning and becoming comfortable speaking the language of the new place you are going to be living in is one of the greatest things you can do. Not only is it great for your brain, but it is also, arguably, a sign of respect to the new state and its people you are about to (and are encouraged to) engage yourself with. I mean, going to Italy and not making an effort to speak Italian is comparable to going to Japan and eating McDonald’s every day and staying away from sashimi.
Although yes, you can get by in Rome without a single word of Italian, but you don’t want to go to Italy just survive, you want to blossom! Some benefits of speaking and understanding Italian include:
-Meeting local Italian friends and knowing that they’re not talking about you in some language you don’t understand
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Over the years we’ve travelled fairly extensively in Italy, and each time we go, we tend to stay for four or five weeks at a time, staying in one or two places, so we can really try to get a feel for each place. We always stay in apartments, buy our food at the local markets, and just live. As a family we haven’t yet spent any time in Italy during the summer months, mostly because its the middle of winter in Australia, so we’re limited to the mid-year school holidays, which are not terribly long. But besides that, its a lot of money to spend on a peak-season airfare if you’ve only got 12 days to spend there.
For us, the shoulder season (April or September) or in winter represents much better value. There aren’t so many tourists, its just a bit easier to get around, and its cheaper to travel and to stay. The other thing is that as Aussies – we have long hot summers. We have great beaches and lots of time to spend at them. We don’t go to Europe for the beaches and hot weather – we go for the art, culture and history. All the things that we don’t have at home.
So last winter, we spent most of December in Rome, and then a couple of weeks in Orvieto, in Umbria. It was our first time in Umbria, and we had a bit of time to spare, so we decided to go on little reconnaissance and look at some properties while we were there.
As a Sydneysider, I’m used to hugely expensive property prices. In Sydney you’d be hard-pressed to find a 2 bedroom apartment anywhere close to the city for $500,000. There wouldn’t be much to choose from at that price, and you’d be competeing with every other first home buyer and investor for those few places. And those precious few apartments that are in that price range tend to be in areas with irregular public transport and probably wouldn’t have the convenience of being within walking distance of any shops or amenities.
On the fringe of the city or in rural areas, half a million dollars goes much further. The problem, for me, is that once you drive out of Sydney you say goodbye to decent coffee, restaurants, any kind of cultural life, social life, bookshops, or delicatessens. You become totally dependant on a car to get around, and the distances can be huge. If you love nature and isolation, its perfect. But that life is not for me.
In Umbria, a buyer with budget of half a million dollars (or around €320,000) to spend can choose the position they’d like to be in. An apartment in town? On the edge of a town maybe with a view, or with land around you? The choice is yours. We didn’t really know what we wanted when we started looking, and we still aren’t totally sure.
So, one day while we were in Orvieto, I contacted several estate agents, and it was Filippo from CasaItalia International who we decided to go with. We were clear from the start that we were not in a position to buy, but that we just wanted to see what was out there. After discussing our price range and hypothetical requirements with him, he chose a few properties from his books to take us to. They ranged in price from €230,000 to €500,000, with the most expensive apartment in need of the most work, and the cheapest needing only minimal work. It was a really interesting exercise, and we were very grateful for his time and expertise.
First, Filippo took us to see two apartments in Spello. He drove from his office in Spoleto to pick us up in Orvieto. Being in the middle of winter it was a very chilly misty day. We had looked on the map at the distances and they didn’t seem that far… but what we had completely failed to understand is that the Umbrian mountains are quite a barrier to east-west travel, which meant we had an hours drive or so to get back towards Spello, where the first two apartments were located.
We had never been to Spello before, but we’ve had friends go there in the summer and love it. That cold morning that we went, it all seemed eerily quiet, but incredibly clean and beautiful.
We looked at two homes in Spello. Both were family homes ~ both were far more spacious than any apartment I’ve ever seen in Sydney, with big windows, high ceilings and lots of storage space. They were both in good condition. We found in general that the central stairwell in both apartment buildings were very clean and spacious, and both had space to store a bicycle or two in the ground floor area. We asked who maintains these common areas, and were told that generally everyone looks after the common areas together. Its a communal effort. Wow!
Then we drove on to Spoleto. It’s a town built on a hillside, and has 11 escalators that take people to the upper heights of the town, while the train station is down the bottom of the hill.
We had two apartments to look at there, both needed work, but were very different propositions from the homes we’d seen in Spello. Both apartments in Spoleto had lots more original features, quirky arches and spaces, but they both required quite a lot of work to get them up to date.
What was really interesting was that we felt far more at home in Spoleto ~ there was much more happening there, more cafés, more restaurants open, more people about.
The last town apartment we looked at was in a recently restored mansion building, with what seemed like only one other home in the building, owned by an elderly lady, and it faced towards the Town Hall. It had been a ‘noble apartment’, meaning it had been originally built and owned by a Duke of Spoleto several centuries ago. It had been in their family for generations, so all the rooms were of very generous, grand proportions, with huge stone fireplaces, beautiful wooden panelled ceilings, internal and external shutters…. and it was filled with decrepit and filthy but gorgeous antique furniture (which if cleaned up and sold in Australia would probably fetch a small fortune) but it had stood empty for many years and was layered with years of dust and debris. It was difficult to see much as the electricity had been switched off and because it was such a grey day, but even in the dim light we could see the proportions, the beautiful original features.
It also had a huge cellar or workshop area, which once cleaned up would provide a great workshop or studio or music or games area.
But the whole place needed rewiring, new central heating, new windows, and lots of restoration work. Filippo told us that its very easy to get builders and tradesmen in Umbria and that they really needed the work, (just a crazy thought for us because in Sydney its just the opposite! Tradesmen are very expensive, can charge what they like if they turn up at all) so that was not going to be a problem at all.
This apartment hit all the right buttons for me, because it contains everything that is impossible to find in Australia. We liked that it had space for a studio or workshop, we loved the fine original features and the high ceilings. We liked that we could walk to get a coffee, or a meal, or a light bulb.
It really helped clarify for us what we want ~ even if that particular property itself required too much work for us to take on ~ that we want something with some original features, and within walking distance of all the things that makes Italy so wonderful for us.
That evening we parted company with our agent and walked back to Spoleto station to take the train back to Orvieto. We had much to talk about and were looking forwards to getting home ~ but once again, we didn’t factor in those lovely Umbrian mountains… we thought the train wouldn’t take too long… boy were we wrong! What we didn’t realise was that its impossible to take a train across the mountains, so we would have to take one train all the way to the south of the mountain range, get off, and then take another train on a different line north again to Orvieto. I think it took us almost 2 hours to get home that evening ~ and it really made us think about the logistics of getting around in Umbria. Such a beautiful place with those rugged mountains, but so difficult to get around. We clearly had to think about this a little more. Hmmm….
I am entranced by Italy. I love the language, the history, the food, the people, the beauty and the craziness. I want to live there. I’ve wanted to live there since I was 20.
Let me explain why.
I grew up in Sydney, Australia. I’m the daughter of a Russian immigrant/refugee who had fled China with her mother. I grew up hearing Russian spoken at home, but when it came time to choose a language at school, my great uncle (who had emigrated from Russia to Rome) wisely said that Latin was far more useful than any other language on offer. So I took Latin.
Fortunately I had a wonderful and patient Latin teacher (thank you, Dr Newsom) who inspired us with his tales of Cornelia and Flavia walking the Via Appia. I wasn’t very good at it, I had no real understanding of grammar… but when he said that the Via Appia was still there, that I could go and walk along it… I was intrigued, and I wanted to go and see it.
After I’d left school, I did some fine art training, and after that, I worked as a graphic designer. After I’d worked for a couple of years, I underwent the rite-of-passage for every young Aussie and went backpacking around Europe. Most of my Anglo friends had relatives in England they could stay with, so I thought I’d go see my great uncle in Rome. At the age of 20 I was lucky enough to spend 5 months living on and off in Rome. My great uncle must have been utterly dismayed at my education (or lack of it), because I recall being taken to see all sorts of sites and treasures around Rome, but had no idea at all what they were or who had put them there. While most of my friends bar-hopped around Europe, I spent a solid week visiting the Vatican Museums. I spent all my money wandering around various ruins in England and in Italy, wondering who these people were that put them there, way before my country was even on a a map.
A couple of years later, living in London, I met and married my English husband. We moved back to Sydney straight after we got married and went about the business of making a home together. Eventually we started a design business, and had a son. I took maternity leave from my job and decided to do a couple of subjects at university, I thought I’d fill in the gaps in my knowledge of Roman history. I had to choose an ancient language – what else but Latin? I also took italian. Eventually I graduated with a Bachelor of Arts degree in Ancient History, specialising in Roman archaeology & iconography. I continued learning italian – I think I can hold a reasonable conversation – and have just begin reading my first italian language book.
We’ve been travelling to Italy each year roughly since then, and each time we’ve gone, we’ve stayed a little longer and fallen a little more in love with the idea of living there for extended periods.
Our son starts university next year, and we’re planning to go for a few months with the purpose of choosing a place to base ourselves more permanently.
So that’s what this blog is about. It’s about loving the classical beauty of Italy with all her craziness. It’s about exploring the possibilities of living there for extended periods, or possibly living there permanently. It’s where I plan to document that dream.
Have you made the move?