So nice to get away from the pre-Christmas frenzy and have the chance to relax in some warm Mediterranean sunshine, with just a gentle sea breeze as accompaniment. Cliff Richard-free zone to boot. Mistletoe and wine? No thanks...I'm more of a poinsettia and birra man myself.
The thought often occurs to me when abroad, why we British never take the trouble to at least learn some of the basics of the host language? Even if it's a simple "Grazie mille!" or Auguri” - only in Italy though with those...
As an English-speaking nation, we’ve been indulged by the large number of people connected with the tourist industry speaking very good English. Who expects the locals to speak our language when you are abroad, anyway? It's ridiculous to assume that everyone understands English when travelling to the Continent and beyond.
And if you speak slower, louder, and with/without a local accent, you’re still speaking English, and they still won’t understand you. You only end up looking like a total prat!
US author James A Michener (1907 - 1997) once said of travel, “If you reject the food, ignore the customs, fear the religion and avoid the people, you might better stay at home.”
Il Birrificio di Cagliari
via (Isaac) Newton, #24
Tel: 070 456 0569