Coming Round

First: in what language do I write in here?
I think in the end it will be anything goes: if I feel English, and proud, I shall be English, if not, I shall be Ytalian.
For a startup I have to thank mr. K.V. who rolled over in his smoky grave and said "So It Goes" at my request of using a quotation from one of his books. He also offered to introduce me to Kilgore Trout, science fiction, or friction, writer. I declined for the moment, knowing him to be like Godot: always just around the bend yet never shows his face.
Second: why Pablo Rujo. Ah well, this is some story. While in Calabbbbbria on holiday with my friend Giovanni we met with a strange revelation. We were taking our first bath in the midnight sea of the island of Salina near Sicily, trying to rub off the film of grime from 24 hours in a low cost Italian train, when a voice from above said: "I'll be your third imaginary mate!" And so it came to be it was us taking the weight and Pablo bobbing along behind giving us good tips on how to travel with just a few coins. The problem about Pablo is that he always lets you try things even though he knows it will be a disaster. For instance he never mentiond to check the tree where you hook your hamaca at dusk, he just says sagely, in the morning breeze "Well now you know you should always check for hornet nests before dozing off..." He is a sarcastic man, pity he's so immaterial you can't punch him when you fly out of your hamaca chased by three inch long stinging things. And he knew all along... This is why his surname is Rujo. I will give a definition of this word sooner or later! And there are so many stories to tell about him!
Ah well, have to dash.
I think I will be Italian next time.