#3: Che bella giornata! - What a beautiful day!

 I really miss the view I used to have in my flat in South London of other houses... said no one ever.  My new bedroom window. 

I really miss the view I used to have in my flat in South London of other houses... said no one ever.  My new bedroom window. 

Was taught this first thing this morning and used it at every possible occasion all morning, pointing enthusiastically at the sky and waving at no one in particular, much like crazy English person.

The sun has finally reared his lovely bald shiny head and I can now remember what it feels like to be warm. Spent the morning walking around Camogli, watching people eat and children play in the piazza. 

One thing that, at first seemed very charming, but has now become increasingly irritating is that G has friends all over the place in the village, and will just disappear off with them at the drop of the hat. Its funny when you realise that your best friend is currently a ten year old and you feel a little bit jealous when they run off to play with people they can actually communicate with. 

This morning, after a brief spell of me sitting outside in the sun practicing my Italian with G’s Year One Italian exercise book, we decided to go to the park at the bottom of the road but were soon greeted by a gaggle of Italian mothers who were hosting some kind of awesome budget birthday party in the park. Unsurprisingly,  as soon as they realised all they’d get out of me was a well-rehearsed ‘che bella giornata!’ they left me to sit on the wall, pretending to watch the children play but actually creepily trying to understand what they were trying to say about Mozzarella and big feet. 

After sitting on the wall for a good 25 minutes I decided to go inside and practice some Italian by watching lots and lots of adverts. 

Now, ‘che bella journata’ can be accompanied by ‘piu gusto! meno di uni caloria’! Am fast becoming expert on fizzy drinks and leather car seats.