Spanish! Well, Basque, but we lot choose one or the other as it suits.
By way of our old colony, the Philippines, flavored by my dad’s and grandads British employer (we first went to Europe, via Ceylon, Aden and Suez, on the last P&O liner, the great “Oriana”, we had golliwogs and read Enid Blyton), and almost 40 years in California. I’m an obvious foreigner everywhere. I am globalism embodied in human flesh.
Nothing on your boy Davydov, eh?