Just outside my hostel door every morning was a market, where each day I'd buy a banana from the same man for the same price. "Bonjorno! Una banana, prego. Sesenta centavos? Ciao gratzi!" I cannot overemphasize how cool it feels to do even the most basic transactions entirely in another language. (Note, I think some of that is actually Spanish, but it's so similar to Italian that it works well enough. And Spanish is still "another language", so the statement holds.)