I have been back on the US now for ten days, and even though I cannot say that I was fluent in Italian while traveling in Italy, I did know enough to be able to communicate with the Italian people, and even carry on conversations in Italian during an hour-long taxi ride. I have friends there and plan to continue communicating in Italian on email, Facebook and Skype, so I do not lose what I have learned.
I am finding that at times I am thinking in Italian and talking to myself in Italian. I even am thinking of Italian words when playing Scrabble. I guess I did have the benefits of being immersed in the Italian culture and language for three months.
Last night I attempted to make veal milanese, and while I was able to get the veal thin enough, somehow it just was not as good as good as what I had eaten in San Remo. Somehow I sadly know that it never will be either, although I will continue trying.
At least every other day someone asks me if I think I would like to live in Italy, and although the idea may sound tempting, I absolutely know that life is much harder in Italy, and as an American, I am too spoiled with the conveniences of life in the US. Having spent three months there though has definitely given me more of an appreciation for those conveniences, and I am reminded of it every day.