~ Where the Sun Will Never Set on Our liberty ~
It was a snowy January 1, 2011, in White River Junction, VT, seated around a warm fire, dining on perfectly prepared steak dinners and Bailey's cheesecake dessert. They had an interpreter, but I understood some of what they were saying that wasn't translated. I'm sure they had a great time on the slopes the next day.
The second time was a hot sultry night, early May 2015, on the patio of a craft beer brewery in Dunedin, FL. It was difficult to communicate not because of the language barriers, but because there was a 'drum circle' complete with belly dancers going on inside.
Too funny, girlfriend! :)))