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3 June 2005 23:40There is currently a party going on at our neighbor's house. We were specifically invited to this one, as it is a birthday party :) The whole idea of walking into a house filled with people who may or may not speak English terrified me. It took a lot of deep breathing to get my ass over there. We found our host very quickly and were immediately introduced to an English speaker. Whew. Th English Speaker is very nice and invited us to come swimming at her house this summer. Excellent. We found a couple more English speakers and had nice conversations. Actually, they found us. You see, most of the people at the party are doctors or in science in some way because our host, the birthday boy, is a doctor himself. He just got back from a month in Africa on a Doctors without Borders stint and he is wearing a brightly patterned tunic and pant set that he bought while there. Very nice.
It is very odd that I found it so difficult to go over there. It is very much not like me, I am all about meeting new people, but the thought of the language barrier is almost too much for me. I am very funny in English, dammit, not so much in Italian (non tanto in Italiano). All I had to do was walk through the darn patio. How hard is that?!?! Very, apparently. I am such a dork.
Bart is still over there. I told him that he should go up to our hostess and ask her to introduce him to an English speaker. I wonder if he has...
UPDATE: So I went back over to the party after posting and had a very nice time. We found several other people who speak English. Most everyone who attended is a doctor or scientist or some other form of very smart person. One exception to the science rule, Roberto, is a make-up artist for the cinema :) He told me the name of a place in Rome to get the good stuff, Studio 13. Yay!! Bart also got the location of a couple of clubs that we are going to try to find.
So, in the end, it was all good and I am still a dork, but now I am a dork with more information and one or two more friends.
It is very odd that I found it so difficult to go over there. It is very much not like me, I am all about meeting new people, but the thought of the language barrier is almost too much for me. I am very funny in English, dammit, not so much in Italian (non tanto in Italiano). All I had to do was walk through the darn patio. How hard is that?!?! Very, apparently. I am such a dork.
Bart is still over there. I told him that he should go up to our hostess and ask her to introduce him to an English speaker. I wonder if he has...
UPDATE: So I went back over to the party after posting and had a very nice time. We found several other people who speak English. Most everyone who attended is a doctor or scientist or some other form of very smart person. One exception to the science rule, Roberto, is a make-up artist for the cinema :) He told me the name of a place in Rome to get the good stuff, Studio 13. Yay!! Bart also got the location of a couple of clubs that we are going to try to find.
So, in the end, it was all good and I am still a dork, but now I am a dork with more information and one or two more friends.
