Originally Posted by
Prowler
I recall when my wife and I visited a small deli on a back street in Milano. I started in Italian but pretty quickly the owner’s son came out and took over in English. He was very happy and helpful as he wanted to practice his English because they saw VERY few Americans there. We left as good friends.
Heh. I have had experiences like that. I was in a small town in southern Spain. A bar tender there had studied English in England and was happy to get to use her second language with me. She told me that when she visited NYC during a school trip, she heard a lot of Spanish. That made me laugh.
Later in the trip I came across a young kid in a town square who was so excited that I was riding a Cannondale like he was. Turned out, his parents owned the hostel and restaurant I was looking for.