To Speak a Language of Love

I never considered a foreign language a necessity. I had traveled extensively, and I have to say, except for Cadiz, Spain, I found it perfectly sufficient to survive on butchered Americano.

Recently I discovered, my lineage which  consists of multiple documented, but alien Italians had possibly entitled me to duel citizenship I jumped at the chance. I immediately knew this wasn’t Rome in August. This meant citizenship in a country that 90% of the citizens (outside of the major cities) do not speak English. Considering I was entertaining moving there, this could be a  significant problem.

Thank God for YouTube. I think I now can manage saying,”I can’t speak Italian.” I also know how to order coffee light and sweet! I’m not sure how L’Americano is going to do, but being cute might not cut it.