Adventures with Dani Bello, Part II: An Exchange of Sorts

Dan and I became friends after the first night, when I took him to the Wawa on the corner of 38th and Walnut. His introduction to the magic of Wawa, with its five-dollar hoagies and one-dollar coffees, reminded me of the “Whole New World” scene from Aladdin; all that was missing were a crooning prince … More Adventures with Dani Bello, Part II: An Exchange of Sorts

Adventures with Dani Bello, Part I: Coming to America, Winky Face

The foreigner living in my dorm had called me “Ans” for the first two months of the spring semester. He tried defending his pronunciation when I caught him saying my name without the “h”.   “But, see, the ‘h’ is silent in Italian.” I pointed out that we were speaking English.   “But, see, it’s so … More Adventures with Dani Bello, Part I: Coming to America, Winky Face