I can’t decide if I would want to speak Spanish or Japanese. They’re the two languages I’ve focused on. I used to speak passable Spanish, but I haven’t had a chance to use it for years now, and the more Japanese I pick up, the more Spanish slips out of my head.

I would really love to speak German fluently. Without counting mother tongue, I speak fluently English, French, Spanish and Italian (bragging, I know), but fate had us settle down in Germany, and it should be easy for me to learn it, right?!, but it is not. And it is frustrating. Urgh!

I would definitely love to speak Spanish. I live in Texas for one thing so it is everywhere but mostly because it would allow me to speak with my son’s first mom without the need for a translator.

He plays so much music in the truck that we had to replace the stereo last week. He wore out the old one.

Second – I have more than one Women Rock mix (although, not as aptly titled – I may need to steal the clever title!), and Ani is all over those bad boys! My friend Loo and I are forever making each other mixes. It is seriously a highlight to my day when she has a new one for me!

Finally – I would probably want to be fluent in French, just because I think it is so beautiful. Alas, I am a foreign language failure. I just always had a difficult time picking them up. I survived 2 years of Spanish in high school solely because the teacher liked me, and I made it through 3 semesters of sign language only because while I was the slowest signer you’ve ever seen – I managed to nail the facial expressiveness my instructors were looking for!

My favorite mix would have to be (and it is taped over, unfortunately) this mix tape made by a DJ in Zaharo, Greece, my favorite place on earth. In 1984, the summer was incredible there and the dancing at night in the outdoor disco, just brings back incredibly free and lovely memories for me.

I taped over it by mistake. Replacing the beat of disco music with the beat of 1970s icon David Pack (of Ambrosia fame). Waaah.

I miss that music. I miss those carefree days when my health wasn’t fragile and I was surrounded by a family that was still living and present in my life. I miss my BFF, Rena, who lives over there, still. I have not seen her in quite a few years though we speak frequently.

I speak Greek and English. My DH is Greek. My kids are bilingual.

If I could speak any language outside of those two I’d have to say, Italian. I am 1/4 Italian so it is literally the “mother tongue” of my maternal grandfather.

Now Let The River will be running through my head all morning.

Hey did you know that they sell these cellophane (?) things that sort of … snap … onto the back of a scratched CD/DVD … and solve that problem? Mike brought a pack home from a conference once and I’d had no idea such a solution existed. Since he brought them home as a freebie, I don’t know where you buy them. If you ever need them again, mayb ask at Best Buy? Or google it?

I would like to speak almost any language. I had Spanish in high school and six more semesters of it in college. But I never had to use it and as a consequence, don’t speak it. Such a shame. I quit it just before the class where you have to read Don Quijote … because the art studios were just too time consuming to continue with a “hobby” like that.

I guess if I had to pick, I’d choose Italian. I just loved traveling there. But I always felt so … rude … for not speaking the language. It made a lot of situations really tense. It would be lovely to be able to move more fluidly in such a beautiful place. Rather than feeling like a big, ugly, American sore thumb.