At the disco, I mingled with new friends in very broken Italian and danced until I couldn't feel my feet, and then danced some more. Later the house DJ cleared the decks for a live Italian band, and the entire club sang in raucous harmony. I mouthed the words as best I could, making sure to shout out the simpler chorus, sort of like Italians do with "YMCA."
It was a night that sparked something in me. It was the night I fell in love with Italy.