Hi!

Some of you already know my name is Kamea. It’s Polynesian, to celebrate my parents’ marriage in Bora Bora! Although, people tend to want to change the name with small variations to fit it into their language. But the Italian way? Oh, this is quite a story!

“Oh, what’s your name, sweetheart?” asked a tall Italian woman in a navy blue jacket and red leggings. She carried a purse of fine leather, and she had her hair tucked into a tight, neat, blonde bun. She had been talking to my dad, and apparently she only noticed me now.

“Kamea,” I said to her, smiling.

“Sorry?” she asked.

“Ka-may-a.” I told her

“Kamilla?” she asked.

“It’s actually Ka-may-a. There isn’t an L.” I said, twirling my hair around my index finger.

“That’s what I said dear. Kamilla,” she said. “That’s correct, right?”

“Uh… sure,” I said. “You can call me that.

This happens a lot, from kids to elders, from dogs to cats, well, I guess animals have an excuse to not be able to pronounce my name.

One of my friends once guessed my name was Hindi 🇮🇳!

Okay. That’s it for this wacky name-calling story. Hope you enjoyed!

Oh, and don’t forget to check out my mom’s blog for more stories about our life in Italy 🇮🇹!

http://kristensraw.com/blog/ <—- there’s the link!

And please check out my Youtube channel, Gussie Goop. Here’s a link to get you to my videos! —-> https://m.youtube.com/channel/UCMPTuzzexKJIX6H-_xM14Pw

FYI, if you want to make cute photos like the one above, just download Bazaart! It’s free (unless you get the premium version).

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Bye!