I have an aunt (who shall remain nameless) who used to travel with my mom once a year.

She and her husband (ex husband now), and my mom and dad all used to go to this super-fastastic luxury resort in Cancun.

My mother recently confessed that my aunt would often cause a bit of embarrassment.

She’d say things like, “Senor-O… I don’t-o speak-o any Spanish-o Senor-o. Hablo English-o Senor-O…”

And as icing on the cake, she’d say it nice and loud (free premium alcohol - need I say more).

My mom is like baby boomer chic (need I say more). So she didn’t find this amusing or funny.

I agree. I’m one of those Americans who loves Paris. And Parisians love me. Why? Because I say “Bonjour” when I walk into a store. I don’t automatically try to push my English agenda on French speaking country people.

Politcally correct rant aside, I had to chuckle to myself this evening as I’m sitting here looking for something good to blog about, and I come across Momaboma.

99.9% of the site is in Italian. And the first thing that pops into my mind?

“Damn… I really like their stuff. But I don’t speak-o Italian-o.” My aunt would be so proud.

In any case, I can’t decide which one I love more - the sneaker tote or the tape measure tote. But I do know one thing. If you wear the homework tote on the train, you’ll catch at least 3 people attempting to read your bag.