from years ago when we were on vacation in Barcelona, Spain. We stayed in a small pension on the Mediterranean coast. The other three families were Flemish, French and Spanish. We played a simple card game together, Lazy Eights I think, and laughed as we translated for each other. The Spanish spoke English and Spanish, the Flemish spoke French and Flemish, the French spoke English and French, and we spoke French and English. I think we all knew a little Spanish. That is a great memory, just recalling the enjoyment we all had out of a mutual desire to communicate with each other. Later we went to lunch in town, then the Spaniard took us to a shop that sold shirts that he wanted to show my husband.