So I got a phone call today from an Italian number…I don’t normally answer these, but I had a colleague close to me (for translation purposes), and I picked up. I normally assume it’s Vodafone just calling to try and sell me on something. It was my Italian teacher (Maria…something)…(I didn’t ask my colleague to translate…I handled it all by myself).
Maria: “Joseph…blah blah blah…Maria…scuola…blah blah…”
Translation: Joseph…it’s Maria..where the fuck are you!?!
Translation of the Translation: She calls me Joseph because it’s on my passport…I’m not sure I could explain to her that only my mom calls me Joseph (and I guess one of Julia’s ex-friends called me that like 3 times in our one short conversation)…scuola is school and Maria is a tiny woman who is quite nice, but she has a tendancy to yell and pound on the desk for emphasis.
me: “not today…domani”
Translation of my response: I’ll come tomorrow because I can hear you are yelling at me and probably pounding on something as you’re talking.
Maria: “Buono! blah blah blah…d’accordo?”
me: “d’accordo”. Bueno sera!
Translation of that part of the conversation:
Maria: Good! If you don’t come tomorrow I’m going to kick some arse! Okey dokey?
me: Okey dokey! Have a nice day!

Apparently I’m going to class tomorrow and then to a BBQ at Leo’s…I can only hope for hamburgers 😉