Truth be told. I'm stupido.

I encourage my Italian true love to become an elite translator.  To never hesitate. When I'm with her. And the conversation happens to be in Italian. To take advantage of every pause. To translate. For me. The gist of the conversation.   So that I can participate. Even in the most routine and mundane Italian gabfests. By adding my two euros worth. That is, if she thinks it's worthy. I trust her. In being my voice. Really, it's probably a good way to learn Italian. By picking up words. In meaningful ways. When it comes to learning a language, I claim being lazy.  Better that. Than admit the truth. That I'm stupido. The Italian for stupid.  --Jim Broede