Wanted: English-speaking Italians.

I want my Italian true love to introduce me to English-speaking Italians. She will. But not to some. Only to people she likes. But I'm trying to prevail on her to let me converse with 'em all. Even the so-called bad people. If they speak English, that's good enough for me.  Really, I want to know what makes people bad. Not just good. And there's a possibility that someone perceived as bad may actually be very, very good.  They've been simply misjudged. When I meet a stranger, I try to keep an open mind. Initially, at least.  Anyway, when I'm living in Sardinia this winter, I'll be talking to English-speaking Italians. Taking advantage of their fluency in English. Wish I spoke fluent Italian. But I don't. That's a handicap. Fortunately, my Italian true love speaks very good English. She teaches English and English literature.  Of course, she's trying to teach me Italian. But I'm a slow learner. And at age 77, I'm running out of time. --Jim Broede