Dorkiest Story:
I was still learning English, but I figured I was good enough to handle words that were complex. So I was planning a menu with a bunch of students from CIMBA and we all were saying out loud our dessert preferences. When it was my turn, instead of saying "Don't worry about me, I'm a sweet-tooth! (golosa in Italian), I said "Don't worry about me, I'm so gorgeous!" thinking that goloso translated into gorgeous. They let me walk around for a few weeks saying I'm gorgeous before they finally quit laughing and told me what it really means.
Corkiest Story:
Well... it isn't everyday that you get to save your husband's life by drinking wine, but thats just what I did (or so I thought). It was the spring of 2006 which meant a new allergy season for my new husband. I learned he takes pills to help control his allergies, but he also has a problem with wine consumption :) The two combined to create a potential deadly disaster, and thats when me, being a loving and caring wife, stepped in and intervened. He opened a brand new bottle of Italian Pinot Grigio as I was cooking dinner, and before he could take a drink, I would swoop in and piombo (chug) it, thus saving his life. This continued until the bottle was dry, leaving him alive and me, well, we won't talk about that. P.S. For future wives, it turns out allergy medicine with wine isn't as bad as I thought.
