I want to be educated.

I’m getting to know people by their first names. Here in Sardinia. For instance, the flower seller at the graveyard is Rita. And the clerk at the bakery in the market square is Angela. And the jogger I met the other night in the canyon is Pierre. And my true love’s best girl friends include Alesandra and Patrizia. I’m trying to get my true love to introduce me to everyone. Even people she doesn’t know by name. And that especially goes for those Italians who speak English. They are usually very knowledgeable and conversant people. As I would be if I were bilingual. Instead, I’m a English language-speaking dunce. And I want to be educated. By those who are bilingual. –Jim Broede