There’s something special about the way people greet each other in Italy. It’s like music. Poetry. Art. Buongiorno. Say it aloud with me. Really elongate the second syllable. Buon-gioooooor-no. Contrast it with hey–or hello, what’s up or good morning. They’re not bad, but they’re not exactly crepes falling from your lips, either. Buongiorno. (Let…
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