We are not Italian...though at times I feel like maybe there is some long lost
Italian relative hiding out in my family tree.
I love to cook their food.
I love to eat their food.
Did I mention I love to eat their food?
I had the opportunity earlier this year to visit Italy and fell in love with
their cities, their culture and their language.
I bought Rosetta Stone before our trip and completed the whole first level.
It was fun, I learned a lot and it made the trip a whole lot more fun.
This has been an Italian year for us, and led my high school freshman
to choose Italian as one of his electives.
To be honest, I'm not sure who loves it more, me or him.
We "speak" Italian whenever we can with a whole lot of
English words interjected to complete our sentences, do homework together and just have a lot of fun with it.
So when he came home Friday from school humming a tune
from Italian class, I had to know where it was from.
It seems that a project is up and coming in Italian class where they will make a "commercial" and this was the example that was shown to them.
I've had the parmigiano song stuck in my head all weekend.
Needless to say, I have a feeling my son is soon going to have me
dressed up as a vegetable singing some Italian song for his commercial.
Well, what are Mom's for right?
Keep an eye out for us on YouTube!
In the meantime though...all together now...
par-par-par....you get the idea.