last night, (arriving home from an hour and a half run - pouring sweat) i came upon a table of eight sitting outside my house. one of my roommates invited his old colleges from a restaurant that he used to work at. i was half naked and out of breath.
after some awkwardly sweaty handshakes and 'ciao's, with a quick shower to follow, the further confusion continued. not until about halfway through the night did i comprehend the entire group dynamic: my roommate is from italy. his friend who is a drummer, is from italy, but this guy speaks decent english. there was a couple from italy, but they also spoke french. then a french guy, who also spoke italian. an italian woman, who also spoke spanish, and knew the basics of english. an argentinean, who's first language is spanish, knows a little french, and just started learning italian a month ago (when she got here). finally, a peruvian girl who's first language is spanish, knows english, and can speak italian.
to summarize: i felt a bit inadequate, and was more confused then normal when trying to process the dinner conversation.
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