The other day I got lost in Cambridge on purpose again. It was the most awesome thing. I was tired ant thirsty from the walking and walked into a little gelatteria. On my way out, i noticed some people were speaking in a form of Italian that I didn’t completely understand and the little place was so crowded that I asked, “Scusatemi, per piacere”. so i could get through and go on about my wandering.
Then something super unexpected happened. I had walked about 12 feet from the restaurant when a family of Sardinians came out of the store with the grandparents and the youngs and asked me to please get them back to their tour “pullman”. Of course, I could have made it easy and spoken in Spanish. But you know me! I must defy life. So ending up giving them a 30min tour in my butchered Italian was not on schedule. But then again, there wasn’t one to begin with.