October 31st, 2008
Stalling
After I had a glass of chianti and a pantina at the bar around the corner, I came back to the hotel to go up to my room. I got my key from the lady just fine, but when I started to ask her what time the restaurant opened, I realized half-way through the sentence that I forgot what the word for “time” was in Italian. She told me but I was still thrown off by having forgotten the word for time that I wasn’t ready to parse what she had to say. I stood there with a blank look on my face until with her eternally heavy-lidded eyes stated, “seven o’clock.” I blushed and managed an embarrassed grazie before scuttling off to my room. For the most part I did really well today though, really. French and Italian.
[Checking the "City time" app in my Visor, I noticed that it is almost two-thiry a.m. Tokyo time right now...further proof to the fact that I may very well be still jet-lagged! I have no idea what's going to happen when I get back on Monday, though. Somehow I doubt I'll just break even on the whole process.]
