Ever wonder how Italians learn to speak with their hands? By the way, every Italian word that I ever learned was taught to me by my Sicilian grandmother, Josephine Piazza, over her kitchen table.
Yesterday, Leslie was astonished that I had made my 250 mile marker with my fitbit after only having it a short time. I did not tell her that as someone who is part Italian, I have an unfair advantage because I talk with my hands. The fitbit thinks that I am running all day long.
Thanks to my paisan, Frank Mascagni, for this wonderful video.