I wish I was there with you, drinking beer in a quiet piazza watching the dust settle and the people pass. I can almost feel the sun on my face and hear the click of shoes on the cobblestones if I try really hard. (sigh) Instead I am in Carson City hoping that the legislators will finish soon so I can leave as well.

Two weeks passage of time will find me drinking apple wine in Europe once again, soaking in centuries of culture and relaxing. Did I mention the apple wine?