The extent of my French ran out at "trois", and so the name of this blog is the next foreign language I could speak, Spanish.... At a complete loss of words, instead of just speaking English to the waiters, or shop owners, I instead, choose to speak Spanish... This happened more times than I can tell you. Whatever the logic is, I don't know, but I always received a very puzzled look from whomever I am speaking to. So, if the mission of my stay in France was to leave liking red wine, mission accomplished. In fact, before I write any more, I am going to have another glass. Tonight, we are headed to Rome. I am looking forward to this, as it has only been 55 degrees here every single day. It has also rained,
... read more