Digging down to the wee depths of our collective wee brains, back and forth we did that thing;
“No that’s the word for spider.”
“ That can’t be right.”
“Hang on I’m thinking.”
Then, quiet. About 5 minutes of quiet. I knew that he was thinking about the word for duck. He knew that I was.
Finally, nearing our destination, one of us, I think he, blurts out l’anatra!
Bravissimo! We got it. Satisfying.
Now we could move on to the next topic of conversation. Perhaps something more serious like world events? Except that the commute was ending.
And the duck convo was over!
Until tonight, when I signed in to Duolingo to try to get beyond “39% fluency” (according to my scores).
To my delight, look what was the first word I had to identify:
Hooray for me!