As he looked around, Ty realized this beach didn't seem so great. It was kinda grimy and didn't have much going on. On second thought, maybe a more exotic life might be nice? He was quickly starting to miss the Italian beach. A familiar smell of brine, sea breeze and sound of lapping waves and Italian chatter returned- the sun was shining brightly and it felt way more pleasant.
Ty wished to understand the chattering around him, and la conoscenza dell'italiano fluiva nella sua mente. He felt way more at home here now. 'Ciao, Italia,' he said to himself and giggled. As a follow-up, he wished a comfortable existence for himself here into existence- before he knew it he had a comfortable little flat overlooking the sea, and no one questioned his age (though he figured he'd probably age himself up at some point anyway).
Looking around the pretty spiaggia he lay on, Ty drank in the sights of handsome men in swimwear swimming and surfing, pretty girls sunbathing (with their clothes on, to his disappointment), families relaxing with their kids building sandcastles, people playing volleyball and throwing frisbees for their dogs... it made a nice change from the landlocked American town he came from.
His mind wandered to the possibilities of how he could use his power to have some fun...