In just over a month I will fly to Rome and stay in Italy for almost three weeks. It has been five years since the last time I traveled to my favorite destination. That last trip was the occasion for starting this blog, so it holds special meaning for me.
A lot has changed in five years. I got tenure, earned a second masters degree, fell in love, and developed a chronic illness.
Hopefully my Italian skills are still pretty strong. I expect that I will struggle the first few days, but with any luck the language will come back to me quickly once I am immersed in it.
I haven’t been worried about remembering the Italian I haven’t used much the last few years. It’s the rest of the language, the words I never needed until now, that I realized recently that I should be familiar with.
I must learn to say ‘Crohn’s disease’ in Italian. I have to learn how to politely refuse food if I don’t think it will agree with me, how to say “yogurt” and how to talk about my guts. God willing, my health will be fine when I am over there, but if I need this new language of sickness I hope I’ll be able to have it at my disposal.