The Sandia Mountains above Albuquerque

The basics:

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.