I used to love Latin but the conjugations and declensions did my head in (old Mrs Adams was definitely 'old school, lovely lady but as nutty as a fruitcake) so I drifted out of that, although it did help me when, being very very drunk in Rome during the 150th anniversary of unification and the Taxi driver having no English, I managed to direct him back to our hotel using Latin.
One of the few times I've impressed SWMBO - the first was on our honeymoon at Mont St Michel when my sketchy hang of both Latin and French helped me managed to translade a big bronze plaque outside the monastery!!
Unfortunately, she was less impressed the following day when I caused the young girl manning a rotisserie in Dinard to start crying when I inadvertently asked for a hot, spit roasted prostitute instead of chicken!!