As I was walking back to my hotel there were some young women and a nun walking along with me (too young, get your minds out of the gutter), and we all stopped at the water fountain to fill up our water bottles. One of them spilled water on the foot of the nun that was with them and she says "Meine shue, bitte!" which I actually understood as "Please, my shoe!" because I took four years of German in high school and college.

I let the girl go in front of me. She fills up her water bottle, smiles and whispers "Danke schon" and I draw a complete blank.

Maybe it was because at the moment I was humming the tune to Croatian folks songs that I can't get out of my head - just the tunes, since I DON'T SPEAK CROATIAN, and I was coming back from dinner with a bunch of Italians where I tried to hold a conversation even though I DON'T SPEAK ITALIAN.

I'm off to Paris tomorrow, where I get to butcher another language for a few days.

Tonight though: BRUUUUUCE!!!!! Bruce Springsteen at Stadio Olimpico!