We saw them – the holy cows. Today took us to the beautiful Castle Gandolfo, opened to the public five years ago by our good Pope Francis. Known as the former summer residence of the popes, we enjoyed the beautiful gardens, and of course, the holy cows! The farm there provides the milk for the palace, as well as, we assume, the Vaticano. (We tend to make a few assumptions based on our incomplete knowledge or the hearsay of other tourists.)
Riding in our beautiful new Ford mini-bus were three Deutschland amici. (Notice the thoughtful interplay of foreign words?) Anyway, when I detected German I definitely had to practice. This kind of stupidity hits me on occasion.
“Sprechen Sie Englisch?” “Nein, Sprechen Sie Deutsche?” “Nein. Meine Deutsche nicht sehr gut.” “Ja! My English not so good.”
It was a riveting conversation followed with some other carefully chosen words from my year of study in the heartland of Nebraska. However, (and there always is one,) guess who chose our table for lunch? Our new Deutsche freunde! When we departed a nice “Wiedersehen” was had by all. (Followed by a “Ciao!” of course.)