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)