I've been teaching myself Spanish and French, because really now more than anything, more than oceans and mountains and storms and sleet, language is the great divider, and at the same time, the great equalizer. It is the freest source of infinite knowledge in the real world when you live in such a place as this.
In Venice intelligence has many forms. The most pronounced to me is an ability to understand someone, anyone really. Spanish is as common as a tattooed sleeve on this street. French resonates like so many pairs of designer sunglasses.
It's everywhere here, if you just listen for it. It's attracted to food.
