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A tutto c'è rimedio, fuorchè alla morte
Who: Odin and Bella
Where: The D'Ambray Family Practice
When: Afternoon
Saturdays were usually relatively quiet, and today seemed to be no different. So much so that Odin had told his twin brother to stay home and was the only one at the clinic. The receptionist did not work weekends either, so he was presently found sitting at the reception twirling in his chair while he listened to an Italian teaching DVD on the computer. It wasn't exactly a doctor's thing to do but Odin couldn't sit too long without at least learning something, so it was better than nothing. Plus, it had been years since he'd spoken Italian and some things had escaped his mind, which felt awful to him. He had already re-mastered French and German, and Italian felt good to learn on a chilly Saturday afternoon. If some called French the language of love, Italian was certainly the language of passion - everything sounded suggestive in the language - and that was good to get some warmth where the weather failed to give it.
some time into the DVD, however, Odin started feeling like this was a much too rudimentary ongoing lesson. There was nothing in it he didn't already know and what he didn't remember came back to him in mere seconds, which made it not very challenging. What it did was help him unravel his more complex Italian, and soon Odin was having small conversations with himself in the language, naming objects as he saw them as if playing a quite erudite "I Spy" game.
Where: The D'Ambray Family Practice
When: Afternoon
Saturdays were usually relatively quiet, and today seemed to be no different. So much so that Odin had told his twin brother to stay home and was the only one at the clinic. The receptionist did not work weekends either, so he was presently found sitting at the reception twirling in his chair while he listened to an Italian teaching DVD on the computer. It wasn't exactly a doctor's thing to do but Odin couldn't sit too long without at least learning something, so it was better than nothing. Plus, it had been years since he'd spoken Italian and some things had escaped his mind, which felt awful to him. He had already re-mastered French and German, and Italian felt good to learn on a chilly Saturday afternoon. If some called French the language of love, Italian was certainly the language of passion - everything sounded suggestive in the language - and that was good to get some warmth where the weather failed to give it.
some time into the DVD, however, Odin started feeling like this was a much too rudimentary ongoing lesson. There was nothing in it he didn't already know and what he didn't remember came back to him in mere seconds, which made it not very challenging. What it did was help him unravel his more complex Italian, and soon Odin was having small conversations with himself in the language, naming objects as he saw them as if playing a quite erudite "I Spy" game.