Good morrow, gentle souls.
Languages:
Well, I took three years of high school French, and two more years in college. I recall reading an "in French" novel by Camus in my sophomore year of college.
Outside of that, well merde about covers it! Somehwere in the distant past, round about 1974, a dear friend of mine was working the Cannes Film Festival and we had agreed I'd call him at his hotel and possibly arrange for me to take a train to Cannes (I was in Vicenza, Italy, at the time) for a long weekend.
Bottom line was that I could not get time off, so I called to let him know. He was out, but I left a detailed message that was repeated back to me. It was all en Français and no one was more surprised than I that all this stuff came rushing forth. Words just poured out of my mouth...and I didn't get any attitude from the other end, either, for being too provincial or too American.
Today, I recall the alphabet.
My 9 1/2 years in Italy left me with a different language "skill" -- I can hold my own with fisherman and sailors....and I can be very expressive in a heinous traffic situation.
Jose will be delighted to know that I know my way around Italian menus both in the south and the north and was only once fooled into thinking I was getting beef when it was really rabbit. Burn me once, but never twice, on food.
The rest is courtesy of TV and movies:
Ach! Due Liebe! (Augustine, dontchaknow!)
Ich bin ein Berliner!
Guten tag!
Guten morgen!
Sayonara!
Aragato!
Domo aragato!
And from my trips to Hawai'i:
Mele Kalikimaka
Hauoli Makahiki Hou
I grok "de nada" and "gracias" and I can use my Italian to work my way through most Spanish occasions.
But my favorite language of all is the language of LUV!
Sadly, I'm not as conversant as I once was....!