I am a lover of languages and that’s no secret to some. It’s imperative, for me, to know a bit of a language before traveling anywhere. This explains part of why I kept returning to France and Morocco; a big part was to maintain my French. Sure, I could have continued listening to French music and reading the books. But this doesn’t necessarily force anyone to speak a language. And there’s no better way to implant a memory than interaction with others. Before my second trip to Italy, I had bought some books to learn, at least, the basics of…