Daily Archives: 12.30.2014

The Most Patient Husband In The World

Me to Marcus: Maybe I’ll blog tonight.  I haven’t written since the Friday Food Round-Up!

Marcus: You haven’t written a blog since Friday?

Me: No.  We’ve been busy doing stuff.

Which is pretty much the truth.  Marcus is off at a guys’ night tonight, and I’m having my first night at home (and by myself!) in several weeks.  It is so marvelous.  I made myself a snack plate, lettuce wraps for dinner, read some of my book and listened to podcasts.  How excellent!

In the time we have had to ourselves, I’ve been vacation planning because at the end of February, we are headed to Italy.  It seems so far away, but I know that our departure date will be here much sooner than we think!  We’ll be there for 17 days and we’re going to be visiting Florence, Venice, Cinque Terre, Rome and Naples.  I feel like it goes without saying, but please share all of your favorite things about these places in the comments.

Neither Marcus nor I speak any Italian, so we have to learn because if we don’t, it is going to be a problem.  In the fall, I thought about starting some sort of home-study, but clearly that did not happen.  What an excellent surprise then, when Santa brought me the Rick Steves’ Italian Phrase Book & Dictionary.


Since Christmas, I have been prancing around the house, exuberantly spouting off one vocabulary word at a time, in the hopes that we will be able to achieve some level of communication as we navigate yet another train station or another restaurant where they do not have menus in English.  Or ask for an extra pillow and blanket.  I have continually found that question specifically to be much more challenging than one would think.

Marcus is continuing in his role as Most Patient Husband In The World as I ask him for things in broken Italian that he doesn’t understand.

I would like one of this one and one of that one.  Thank you.

It would at least be helpful if I specified what, exactly, I was asking for.

Duck is anatraWe might order that.

And so it goes on.  Sprinkling words and phrases into snippets of conversation here and there.  Who knew I might need to know the word for cumin.  In Italiano.