Rome: Je ne parlo Italiano

Connie taught me a few words and phrases in Italian before and during our trip, so by the end of our trip she was able to send me out to get groceries or food. I managed well enough, and most of the people I encountered could speak English well enough so that there were no significant miscommunication.

My brain, however, would constantly slip into trying to reply to people in what little French I still remember, because it's the only other language I kinda sorta know. I think at one point I might have actually responded to someone in a mix of French and Italian.

I kind of surprised myself with how much French I still remember though.