Savannah
Our legs intertwine, the covers over our lower halves, which Luciano insisted stay bare during the whole trip.
"No, no. È: il mio nome è la signora Vitale."
(No no. It's: my name is Mrs Vitale.)
"You cannot drop the article. You must say the whole thing."
I nod, ready to go again.
"Ancora. Qual è il tuo nome e quanti anni hai?"
(Again. What is your name, and how old are you?)
"Il mio nome è la Signora Vitale, e sono... How do you say twenty three?"
"Ventitré."
"E sono ventitré anni?"
"Bene. Good. But when talking about yourself typically you would say mi chiamo instead of il mio nome è, and don't forget the article in this case Ho."
Italian is hard.
Speaking of hard Italians....
"How are you not tired?" His large and strong hand roves my body his hands drifting to
