Why Study Italian?

I keep asking myself why I keep studying Italian. It’s completely impractical. I should be learning Spanish as I live in Texas and teach in a school, which includes English language learners who mainly speak Spanish. Spanish is spoken throughout Latin America. Including Spain and Puerto Rico, it’s the official language in twenty-one countries. Italian is spoken in only one, unless you count San Marino, Vatican City, and parts of Switzerland. Even then there are so many regional dialects.

Once in a coffee bar in Florence, I was drinking a cappuccino al banco—at the counter where it’s cheaper– and I told the barista I was studying Italian. She smiled and asked, “Perche?” Why? It’s a good question. I answered, “Perche italiano e molto bello e musicale.” True, but at times I feel compelled to discover the root of this persistent, unachievable goal of mine. Although I’ve never been particularly practical, how can I justify the hours and expense and effort to learn this language?

It all began in 1999 when I attended the Spoleto Writers Workshop for two weeks in Spoleto, Umbria. In the afternoons, during the long pausa, or naptime, students could take an additional Italian language course. Several of us would regularly walk across the town, filling our bottles with water flowing from the fountains, to end up in an old school classroom to learn Italian.

I learned a little bit, and we loved how our teacher encouraged us to speak with more emotion and emphasis. I returned to Texas. The next time I went to Italy, I was able to request a table, make a reservation, order food, and pay for train tickets, thanks to the Italian language CDs I often played in the car. But once I turned fifty, I decided to make a more concerted effort to learn the language, partly as a distraction from encroaching empty nest.

Part of my rationale had to do with aging and the gradual evidence that my memory was losing some of its acuity. I was reading The Brain that ChangesItself  by Norman Doidge, and the scientific evidence asserts that the two best ways to exercise your brain as you age are to learn a new musical instrument or to learn a new language. (My retired husband is learning the drums). These activities force you to use your brain in new ways, creating new neural pathways. Now I had a scientific rationale for my sentimental, capricious quest.

I signed up for a month of Italian classes at the Universita per Stranieri in Perugia, Umbria. I found an apartment and immediately had doubts. Although my fellow students came from around the world, I was among the oldest in the class. Most were college age. It was during this month in 2012 that I gained a new appreciation for speaking English. A Polish priest in my class introduced me to a student from Spain, saying, “Meet Sara. She is a NATIVE English speaker.” In fact, my Italian teacher warned me to stop speaking English during our pause (breaks), but that’s all my two Greek friends, Michaelis and Savas, wanted to do. Michaelis, in particular, spoke English so well that I was sure he had studied in the States as an exchange student. He naturally inserted “likes” into his speech as young people do. No, he’d learned it all by watching American shows on television.

Which leads me to my greatest challenge in trying to learn Italian: brain age. Michaelis had a young brain, and I do not. Now I’m fifty-seven, and although I’ve continued to take Italian classes sporadically at the Freestyle Language Center here in Austin, I keep forgetting what I learn. Although never fluent in Spanish, when I try to think of a word in Italian, the Spanish word pops into my head and blocks the Italian one from replacing it. It’s so frustrating. It’s as if my hard drive filled up early on.

Still, I persist. This summer I am studying for a month at a language school in Montepulciano, Tuscany: Il Sasso. I took classes there once before, but only for one week. This time, surely, for four weeks with classes five hours a day, five days a week, I will learn Italian.

But this trip I’ve adjusted my expectations. I’m confident what I’ve learned will come back to me in pieces and that I will steadily improve, but I will never be fluent without living over there, and even then it will always be a struggle. That said, I comfort myself in the knowledge that it’s good for my character and stamina to work at something that does not, and never has, come easily to me. Although I feel skilled in my native language, that facility doesn’t translate into learning a new one. I fear it’s my dyscalcula or suspected math disability that gets in the way. After all, grammar rules share similarities to math equations. Sometimes in Italian class, my head literally hurts as I try to remember what person, what tense, what conjugation, what gender, what article, regular or irregular… so many decisions to make before spitting the sentence out. My Spanish teacher colleague encourages me, “Of course you will get it wrong, and they WILL laugh at you, but just go ahead and say it. It’s the only way you’ll learn.”

In the meantime, I enjoy the mystery of my desire and am comforted that I am not alone. As the Pulitzer Prize-winning author, Jhumpa Lahiri, writes In Other Words, a book she wrote in Italian: “I don’t have a real need to know this language. I don’t live in Italy; I don’t have Italian friends. I have only the desire. Yet ultimately a desire is nothing but a crazy need.”

Il Sasso:  https://www.ilsasso.com/eng/index.php

Politian Apartments: I'm splitting my time between Mint Tea and Jasmine Tea:

https://www.politian.com/en/apartments/jasmine-tea.html

 

 

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About ssteven2

I'm a reader, writer, swimmer, and school librarian. I love my summers so I can travel.
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2 Responses to Why Study Italian?

  1. jmkennon says:

    Sara–

    Thank you for posting this–it really hits home for me, and I think you have really put into perspective what it is to learn a new language at a more mature age. This is also very helpful to me now, as we go forward and learn ANOTHER language–I am frankly terrified!

    Love your photos too–Jana

    Sent from my iPad

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  2. ssteven2 says:

    Jana,
    If anything, your hard work in studying Italian will serve you as you embark on learning German. And you’ll be in immersion-mode, which is the best way possible!

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