In preparation for my upcoming trip I’ve been diligently working on my Greek language exercises during my morning commute. Listen and repeat, listen and repeat, working on my accent and inflection, trying to commit to memory important and useful phrases. Below is part of lesson number six in the Pimsleur Modern Greek series (I’ve given you the phonetic pronunciation should you want to follow along)…
Hello, miss.
Hee aird etay, thespamees.
Hello, sir.
Hee aird etay, kideeay.
Would you like something to eat?
Thathelahtay nafahti cahti?
No, I wouldn’t like something to eat but I’d like something to drink.
Ohee thentha-eethela nafow cahti ala tha-eethela npew cahti.
Where would you like to go for a drink?
Poo thathelahtay npeetay cahti?
I don’t know.
Thenkzero.
My place?
Speetee moo?
Yes, your place.
Nay, speetee sass.
Um…uh…is it me or is lesson six all about flirting with and then accepting an invitation from a strange man to go back to his apartment for a nightcap? I haven’t even learned how to ask “how much does this cost?” or “where’s the bathroom?” but I know just enough to start a torrid R-rated-Sisterhood-of-the-Traveling-Pants-type affair with Stavros the fisherman or Apollo the archeologist. Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Yeah, I thought so…” Look out, Greece, I’m gonna make sweet, sweet love to you.” That was what you were thinking, right?
Adiosos,
Gretch
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