Well, I've been here for two weeks, and I'm still craving peanut butter, missing AC, and reverting back to English way more often than I should. In other words, most of the time I feel hopelessly American.
Still, once in awhile I surprise myself...like the other night, when someone almost ran me over on his bicycle.
"CHE CAZZO?!?!?!?!!!!" I turned around and yelled after him, without even stopping to think about it.
I won't translate the expression here for propriety's sake, but suffice it to say I reacted just like a true Italian. :)
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