Italy. Briefly.

The men are very very forward and will always size you up down wherever you go. All the cars are small and especially in the cities, all the fenders and bumpers are always cracked. The children are all impeccably dressed. No-one actually eats pizza. Coffee is cheap. Speaking of, cappucino is a breakfast drink. Coke is expensive. The streets of Rome are cobblestone so don't bother to bring a rollie suitcase unless you want it destroyed.

When you have a Madonna and Child painting gazing down at you from above the hotel bed, you are much less likely to feel amorous.

David is disproportionate. But still amazing.

I didn't throw a coin into the Trevi fountain but I do feel like I will be back. I did love Milan.