In any language.

Marco. Tony. Domenico. All Italians. Patients in the cardiac wing. At the hospital. In Sardinia.  Where I was being treated for and conlavalesing from a heart condition. They were patients. In other rooms. Coming in daily. To visit me. They  didn't speak much English. And I didn't speak much Italian. But we communicated. Effectively. We built a camaraderie. With each other. We played roles of language teachers, too. Tutoring. In our own languages. Trying to become  a little more bilingual.  Interesting, isn't it? An unexpected cultural exchange.  Another reason to be in love. With people. With life. No matter where one goes. Don't have to be proficient in the other guy's language.  All it takes are good vibes. The kind easily understood in any language.  --Jim Broede