This is a weird stretch of time to write about because a lot of different things happened. The first notable occurrence was that, for the first time since we arrived in Milan three full months earlier, Jenna and I stayed in Milan for the entire weekend of December 6-8. It was unheard of. We went to a big exposition called "L'Artigiano in Fiera" which was a worldwide showcase of kitschy goods from about 70 countries, plus all the regions in Italy (for the record, the USA stand was small and had album-cover-posters, cowboy stuff, and road signs - that was about it). It was crowded. Crazy crazy crowded. And at one point I looked at something before putting it back on a shelf. When I put it back on the shelf I had to kinda reach past a woman's face and she just about stared a hole in my soul - I've never been looked at so angrily, and it was in response to doing something completely normal and pedestrian. I don't understand this country and its people. Anyway,...
From 2010: "I'm just a guy who wants to live the dream and I'm chronicling my trip to the top." In 2014: I'm living in Italy, teaching English, traveling every weekend. Not bad.