By Caitlin BletscherBEFORE ARRIVAL to Cagli, I was bombarded with reassuring language comments, to where I felt comfortable coming to Italy with my fluent Spanish, recognizing that “I will pick it right up!”
The past several days, however, have not agreed. Throughout the day, I find myself mixing Italian with Spanish and Spanish with Italian. I try desperately to differentiate the two throughout language class, hoping for a sticking, mindful distinction. Unfortunately, no such thing has occurred.
The most effective assistance has been a slight correction from varying locals throughout Cagli.
“Gracias!” “No, no, bella! … grazie”
Little by little, I am humbly critiqued in my use of the Italian language. Little by little, I learn to adore the language. Little by little, I progress.
Learning a new language means recognizing your need for help and taking a risk to fumble and seek correction. The most gracious, beautiful people of Cagli – I could not thank them enough for their continuous correction and willingness to accept my slobbery communication.
Dr. Caputo has said on numerous occasions, “Learn a new language, gain a new soul.”
I now understand this phrase.
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