WIMP

This past Sunday, we (the salad queens and I) had a belated birthday dinner for Vuong (whose birthday is actually in February). We met up at Vuong's and drove down to Laguna to La Casa del Camino for dinner at K'ya. It was an absolutely gorgeous day to be out by the beach. The plan was to grab dinner, then head up to the rooftop for drinks.

During dinner, we were catching up with each other and they asked me about Milan. I told them about my trip and then one of them asked if I spoke Italian while I was there. I have a bunch of Italian lessons on my ipod. I've had them for years now since I tried to learn Italian before the family vacation to Italy a few years back. I managed to learn some of the basics back then and I continued with the lessons before this trip. I even made flash cards (I know, what a geek!) But here's the thing... I get to Italy and I am waaaaay to embarrassed to even try it.

I think maybe if I had an actual teacher or someone I could run my Italian by first and tell me if I was totally off or not, I would have felt more comfortable trying it out, but I didn't. I took French for four years in high school and I've felt comfortable enough to try it out when in Paris, but not so the Italian. I picture in my head the waiters running to the kitchen and sharing with the other staff what the lame American just said with a horrible Italian accent. Then they all laugh til they cry. =( I suppose I could have just tried and really, when would I see these people again? But no, I totally wimped out.