I'll talk with my arms and hands.

Early in my stay in Sardinia, I discovered a quaint little village called Sirri. In the highlands. My true love and I walked there. So it’s nearby. But it’s quite a climb. And we went without water. Or food. That was a mistake. We haven’t returned. But I’m pushing for going back before I leave Sardinia. In our Fiat. With a picnic lunch. And wine. Just so I can absorb more of Sirri. And to see a medieval church a bit beyond Sirri. Something we missed last time. I also want to talk to some of the villagers. Anyone I see walking the winding and narrow streets. With the help of my true love translator, of course. She’s bilingual. But a little shy when meeting strangers. I’m not. So I’ll try to spur her on. Or maybe I’ll try to talk with sign language. And make myself known one way or another. Italians tend to talk with their hands and arms. Guess I can learn to do that. –Jim Broede