I had the fortune to make it to Europe more than once.

During a period of extended underemployment after one trip, I wrote up some of my impressions.

Back in the day, whores apparently liked to  “unpack their heart with words” (that’s according to Hamlet, not me).  I tend to do the same: This more or less started as an email to my mother and ended up being a 50-plus page blathering:

Why Italy (pdf)