[blueerica]

That's funny about the language thing. Upon returning from three weeks in Spain I had the stomach flu. Since there was one seat away from the group and I was totally out of it I sat away from everywhere else. A ham and cheese sandwich was given for lunch, and though I didn't think I could keep any down, in a delirious state I asked for mustard. Except it was in Spanish. And I was flying Swiss Air - the stewardess really wasn't all that great in English!

She looked at me funny, I looked at her funny, then I asked her for mustard. I ate my sandwich and quickly ran to the restroom. Didn't work out as nicely as I'd planned.

I'm glad you're having so much fun and I'm glad your English is getting screwed up... probably means you're spending at least a little time thinking in Italian!