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
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