This morning found me wandering around a sprawling northern Italian city, the urban thing a bit of a letdown after a fine weekend spent even further north (views of snow-capped mountains, stellar pitstops in local restaurants). This evening finds me back in my comfy, austere Madrid hideyhole, the space feeling pleasingly homelike. Glad to be back.
There's a lot to go into. For now, this limited summing-up will have to suffice: Italian food -- good. Italian television -- bad. Italian women -- yowza!
