I have family in Italy that my mother keeps in contact with, but I don't because I don't speak Italian.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I learned to speak Italian, somewhat. Definitely enough to get around in Italy. My grandfather always used to swear at my grandmother in Italian.
For all Italian people, family is very important. We don't fight with our families.
My parents are Polish. I don't know anything about Italian-ness.
When I last went to Italy, over two years ago, I had a lot more trouble understanding the language than I used to when I lived there for a year. I used to speak very little but I could understand very well.
I am a proud Italian American, raised by an Italian mother and Italian grandparents.
Well, I'm Italian, but my family isn't stereotypical. I mean, I only have one sister and we don't yell or throw pasta at each other. My mother doesn't even have a secret spaghetti sauce recipe.
The Italians always know that I'm not Italian.
I know Italians and I like them. A lot of my father's best friends were Italians.
I speak a little bit of Italian, yeah. I understand more than I speak. I speak more of a dialect; my mum's from Naples and my dad's from Sicily, so it comes out little a bit of a cocktail of the Italian language.
I come from a small village in Sicily. For all Italian people, family is very important. We don't fight with our families.