Jumbled Conversations

Last night, Wiley and I hopped the tram to Dobrinje (Dough-BRIN-yay) to visit the cell phone shop of Student, the guy who wants me to help him with his conversational English. We got there a little after four. The shop is nice. It's very small, but there's an upstairs where we went to sit and chat. He can read English very well, but he doesn't comprehend all of it. So after I talked about the alphabet and we went over pronunciation, we started chatting, and now I can tell you what he looks like when he doesn't understand my questions - I got the blank stare a lot. He speaks German and Italian, so the evening was a mix of the very few Bosnian words I know, English, and German...Italian not so much because I again am lacking. I got three hugs and a "You be my friend" gesture of goodwill when he pulled out a little purse to hold cell phones. I politely refused, then Wiley came and we left. The ride home was much better. We actually got seats.