Simply Friends

We walked to the beach for lunch again today. Simone and Peppe and I left work around one-thirty, stopped at Peppe's car (he drives a black Citroën) for his sunglasses, and set off down the road. Just before we reached the beach, we were nearly run over by Mauro. I'm still not sure where he was going. We persuaded him to return the car to his flat (about 20 meters from Aethra) and come with us. He ended up paying for my piadina, because he's just that nice. Peppe bought me water and an ice cream, and we sat around a table joking half in Italian, half in English about everything from politics to the fact that I should never, ever go into public relations.

If English+Spanish=Spanglish, what is English+Italian? Because this is what we all speak now.