Way back in the spring, Tom and I were both job hunting and he promised me that once he got a new job, he’d take me to Italy. It sounded like a great idea at the time, because shortly after, I got a new job breaking down boxes, which wasn’t great but meant I wasn’t a total bum and two weeks after that, Tom got a new job too. We were both like, “Yeah! New jobs! Let’s go to Italy!” Continue reading “An American Bum in Tuscany”
In Italy, just before sunset on the Manarola coast, Tom and I met a young American woman on her honeymoon. Continue reading “What Does it Mean to be “Cultured?” Are you?”
Though we are back in New York, this week’s thoughts will be carried over from last week, when we were in Italy. Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on Italy”
In high school my friend Victor once told me about running into a classmate during his summer vacation. In Belgium. In a chocolate shop.