I have a fondness for linguistic studies. Language fascinates me (albeit not enough for me to quit the day job and pile a few thousand pounds and gain a huge student debt to head off to university and study it in depth).
Alas I did a fair amount of travelling around Europe as a wee nipper, so I have a smattering of French, German and Italian at my beck and call. Worse, so do most Europeans, so many conversations took place in a combination of four languages rather than in a single one, which prevented improvement.
Italy was particularly fun for this, when Dad and I got chatting to the lady who ran an ice-cream shop, and we were having to switch languages mid-sentence when we hit a word we didn't know but had available to us in another language.
French is by far my best, although I'm hardly fluent in it.
I'm certainly making a concerted effort to learn Japanese, though. Study keeps the ole grey matter going, and because Japanese shares absolutely no linguistic roots with Latinate or Germanic languages, it should provide an actual challenge.
It's certainly not helped, though, when you go to Japan and everyone switches to English to be helpful, and you're trying to practice your Japanese

"Sumimasen. Ichiban chikai toire wa doku desu ka?"
"Just down there, on the left."
"... Thanks."
I concur with most prior statements about the French. They're fiercely posessive of their language, and although many French people have a good grasp of English, they'll simply refuse to speak it. I don't mind, since my French comprehension is good enough to get by in most situations, but I did get irritated once when I was attempting to buy a train ticket and I had a bad cold, so the butthole at the desk was pretending he couldn't understand me.
Strangely, that was in Brussells. But I figured him for French
