|Construction sign in Vastrovaglia.|
This morning I'm in Porto Vastravaglia, Italy, stealing a hotel's wifi. It's day four of a 21 trek from Genoa, Italy to Gothenberg, Sweden, and last night I slept next to a crypt on a cliff overlooking a lake that looked suspiciously like Rivendell.
So far, we've had the most success in Italy by speaking in Spanish with an Italian accent and gesturing a lot. It's still hit-or-miss, but usually does better than English. There is absolutely some truth to how much Italians gesture with their hands while speaking. Dad's rereading Tortilla Flat right now for the umpteenth time and pulled out the phrase "hands like doves" for expressive hands.