Broken Language into Smiles

Giuliano attempted to call me last weekend, but I wasn't home. I was out shopping for cooking pots for when he comes here so we can make lovely Italian dishes together. Anyway, anyway, the thought of us talking over the telephone made me kind of nervous thinking back to our style of communication during my vacation in Costa Rica when I first met him - a combination of his broken English, my broken Spanish, sign and body language and facial expression, help plugged in by his Italian English-speaking friend Angelo - how would all that translate over the phone? Hee hee. We need video phones or something, but neither of us is very technologically savvy. But in the end, I think it'll be ok because somehow even through our broken communication, we got the message across and felt a symbiosis across language barriers across cultural differences - it was all understood in our eyes, smiles and laughter. We'll work it out through any challenge, I'm confident of it.