I ran a marathon in Italy once on a trip through Spain, France, and Italy with my sister. She speaks fluent Spanish and I can speak tourist French now but back then, I was semi-fluent. (I can read French now and everything is self-checkout but can’t form a complex sentence.)
Anyway, Italian is 80% hand gestures. In France, it’s like “Don’t try, American idiot.” In Italy, it’s like 37 hand gestures and one or two words. I couldn’t find my sign-in booth and I asked if I could run the race anyway and they just waved their hands and said “Go.” And the photographer somehow matched me up with my number that was in some sign-in booth.
I started 20 minutes late and probably came in last place. But every little village made special treats for us so you’d stop and have an espresso and some delicious snack. Perfect marathon. 10 of 10. Would run again. And carb loading in France/Italy is definitely not the worst plan I’ve had.
I ran a marathon in Italy once on a trip through Spain, France, and Italy with my sister. She speaks fluent Spanish and I can speak tourist French now but back then, I was semi-fluent. (I can read French now and everything is self-checkout but can’t form a complex sentence.)
Anyway, Italian is 80% hand gestures. In France, it’s like “Don’t try, American idiot.” In Italy, it’s like 37 hand gestures and one or two words. I couldn’t find my sign-in booth and I asked if I could run the race anyway and they just waved their hands and said “Go.” And the photographer somehow matched me up with my number that was in some sign-in booth.
I started 20 minutes late and probably came in last place. But every little village made special treats for us so you’d stop and have an espresso and some delicious snack. Perfect marathon. 10 of 10. Would run again. And carb loading in France/Italy is definitely not the worst plan I’ve had.