From Boston, Mass. If you could heah me speak, you'd know. I pahk the cah and I take a bahth and i walk on a pahth and i'm a mummy, not a mommy to my kids. I drink frappes not shakes and breathe ayah and i call coke and orangeade "tonic". . Don't think the Kennedy accent, but think immigrant boston accent, like the irish and italians that settled there.
I love seasons and love winter and waking up to the silence of a snowstorm and don't even mind shoveling snow, and i miss the fall and the changing of the winds, so you can smell the far-off north pole flying by on the air, and i love spring when it finally comes, wet with the smell of leaves soaking under piles of melting snow, like tea in the air. Winter here is like fall, and spring comes in february when you wonder where winter was - very sad for me. I'm such a new englander in my heart that the sunniness of sunny italy leaves me flat.
My parents were brought to the states as kids, and spoke a good deal of italian at home, though I never spoke a word. Came to Rome in my 20s and stayed for reasons having nothing to do with the weather, the beauty or the crazy drivers. I studied French (I should say "French") in high school but never was very good at it, and i put it in quotes because i remember clearly my french teacher teaching us how to pronounce: "de is pronounced der"!
But not her fault i just couldn't get my head around grammatical genders.
sorry, if this is too off topic you can edit me out.