Taxi drivers, part 38

The new intern arrives today and I didn't want to be late meeting her. I got a taxi to work and asked for my usual stop: "Catedrale, va rog".

After a few minutes, the driver asked me what language I spoke. "English". Then he asked me what I was doing here. And how long I was staying. And if I missed my parents. And what jobs my parents do in Canada.

It wasn't until we were almost to my stop that I realised that we were speaking completely in Romanian. I understood everything he said! And he understood me! Of course, my grammar and vocabulary are spotty, but still! I have this nice warm glowy feeling inside.

I always ask to get out at the cathedral because if I give my work address, unscrupulous drivers take the long route there and I end up getting charged double. The cathedral is only a five minute walk from my building, so it's just as easy to get dropped off there.

I had walked maybe ten metres when the taxi driver honked. He asked if that's where I *really* wanted to get out. I told him it's only a five minute walk to my office but he insisted on driving me there. What a nice guy!