We were just about to leave when I passed a woman standing just outside the door. I didn't hear what she said, but when the answer came back, I stopped to check if I heard right. "Yes, it's better." It was in English!. Her accent was familiar so I asked her where she was from.
"You speak English!!!!" came her excited reply. Turns out she lives in Carmel, about an hour from my folk, and has come to visit her relatives in Calabria who speak no english except for one aunt. Her situation made me think of myself years ago when I got here and hung onto every English word I heard because I was drowning in unintelligible italian.
Before heading back to the coast, we took a short walk through the old center of Serra San Bruno and of course, my door fetish kicked in.
Then on the way back to the car, we passed by a gathering of people dressed all in black. I kept looking to see if the priest was about to exit with a casket to start the solemn procession.