Showing posts with label lessons learned. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lessons learned. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

OOOPPS!

When I first arrived in Italy I was determined not to make language mistakes and say something embarrassing. I have learned that one can’t learn a language without making mistakes. And I have made plenty of my own. I often mix up close words and have said I wanted to go on a gray instead of a walk. Or said that I wanted to eat flowers instead of eating outside. But, here are a few of my most embarrassing:

The young single adults in my stake spent a month preparing two songs for Stake Conference. I was feeling pretty savvy that after only two months of being in Italy I could understand most of what they were saying. The young choir director asked if anyone needed to go over the songs again. Excited to use the language I raised my hand hoping to ask if we could sing the second verse again. Instead I asked, “Posso fare il second scrofa di nuovo?” Which is “Can I do the second female pig again?” (Should have used strofa not scrofa) Laugher exploded throughout the chapel and of course I had no idea why.

I was sitting on the train one day when an elderly woman approached my seat and asked me a question. She spoke very quickly and I was struggling to catch all of her words. As she finished speaking I told her I only spoke a little, little, little Italian, “Parlo solo un po po po po di Italiano.” Po means a little, but I guess when put when said more than once means poop instead. At least I got my message across. She definitely understood that I spoke only a little Italian…poop Italian in fact.

I hate ‘false friends’. The definition of ‘false friends’ is a pair of words in two languages that look or sound similar but differ in meaning. Some examples are: morbido which instead of meaning morbid means soft; noioso which instead of meaning noisy means boring; fattoria which instead of meaning factory means farm; sensibile which instead of meaning sensible means sensitive…One of the worst false friends in eccitato. You think it means excited right? Well I was writing an e-mail to an Italian male friend and said, “Sono eccitato per vederla di nuovo.” I meant to say I was excited to see him again, but my sentence actually translated perfectly into, “I am sexually excited or aroused to see you again.” No wonder the next time we hung out he brought his girlfriend along.

As I was trying to make small talk with the girlfriend I asked how old she was. My mistake arrived when instead of pronouncing both Ns I pronounced only one. “Quanto ani hai” translates perfectly instead “how many anuses do you have?” She gave me a look that I will never forget.

So here is the beginning of my mistake list. I am sure there are a lot more to come.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

What Matters Most

Last Monday night I was sleeping on a travel bus full of Italian Mormons on our way to Bern Switzerland. I had been looking forward to this trip for a long time. Everything was planned out perfectly. I would do temple work in the morning and each afternoon visit a different city in Switzerland; I even had a cities picked out.

After a LONG night (13 hours!) we arrived in Bern around 8am. I excitedly grabbed my little green carry on, put it in the lobby (the rooms were not ready), found an elderly missionary couple who wanted to join me, and headed to the center of Bern.

We had a delightful afternoon (details coming soon) but when we got back to the temple hostel I found myself rushing to be ready to enter the temple at 1:00. The next morning I slipped out of my door at 5:30 prepared to head off to another city. The train ticket, like everything else in Switzerland, was as expensive as ever, and I found myself rushing through the tour and worried about getting back in time.

That afternoon I thought about the real reason I was in Switzerland and contemplated on how to make the most of my short time in the temple. Lesson learned: preparing oneself to enter into the house of the Lord is vital. I was only in the temple for about 2 and a half hours each day, but the rest of my time was spent spiritually preparing myself. I won’t go into details or bear my testimony on this blog, but I will say it was a life changing experience. I had time to ponder, prepare, make fabulous friendships, pray, be with people who held my standards, read, laugh with wholesome young adults, and rejuvenate my spirit.

I learned what matters most in life. Traveling, experiencing, and tasting the world is great and teaches us so much. However, nothing can compensate for or teach us more than the temple, our scriptures, and holy pray. This week I focused on what really matters and I see a change in my life.