Oh Tsimi?

It used to be like that everywhere, before people started moving around so much; every village had its own dialect. A friend of mine went to Europe mostly to visit his wife's family in Poland, but while he was in the vicinity (more or less) he thought he'd like to see the village in Italy where his mother came from. He only knows a few words of Italian he picked up from his mother ... he was wandering around the mountains trying to find the place, stopped to ask directions, supplementing the little Italian he knew with a phrasebook ... he asked an elderly lady if he was on the road to that village and she just burst into tears. He had no notion what his fractured Italian might have come out as, what terrible insult he must have inadvertantly said to her.... It turned out she was crying because it was so wonderful to hear the dialect of her native village as they spoke it in her girlhood, which she hadn't heard spoken for years.

Another story from that same trip -- my friend had never seen or heard of a bidet until he went to Europe. The way he explained it to me when he got back ... "They have two toilets in the hotel bathrooms there -- but you're only supposed to use one of them! If you use the other one they get mad at you!"
 
Nice story, Cougar, and quite true I'm sure.

I ran across my first bidet when I was a kid vising Paris. Couldn't figure out what it was for!
 
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