The Sandia Mountains above Albuquerque
Name: Rick Montoya (Riccardo to his Italian friends)
Nationality: American (via his New Mexican father) and Italiano (from his Roman mother)
Age: early 30s
Occupation: professional translator, amateur sleuth
Education: HS diploma from the American Overseas School of Rome, BA and MA in languages, University of New Mexico
Residence: Rome, Italy
Marital status: scapolo (single)
An intrepid foreign correspondent caught up with Rick in Rome at Piazza Navona and asked him some questions:
Q: Why did you become a translator?
Rick: When I got to UNM I was already fluent in Italian and Spanish, so a major in languages seemed like the best way to go. Or the easiest. After that I just fell naturally into interpreting and translating. It pays the rent.
Q: Did you ever think of going into criminal justice?
Rick: You sound like my Uncle Piero. But the answer is no. My mother would never permit it.
Q: Do you always wear cowboy boots?
Rick: In Rome, most of the time. In New Mexico I wear my Bruno Maglis, except when I'm mountain climbing.
Q: Are you in a serious relationship now?
Rick: That's kind of a personal question, isn't it? And what do you mean by serious? Next question.
Q: Favorite foods?
Rick: There's a tough one. It's a toss up between a green chile cheeseburger and a bowl of spaghetti alla gricia.
Q: You sound like you're split between New Mexico and Italy.
Rick: In more ways than one, Mr. Q.
Q: Can I ask one more thing?
Rick: Make it quick, I'm late for lunch with my uncle.
Q: Where is your next adventure taking you?
Rick: You'll have to ask David. I just go where he sends me.