[The last in the “Don’t Go There” series (so far), is my physically sickening October 2003 visit to the capital city of the tiny nation of Andorra.] Being the typical uninformed American, I hadn’t known that the country of Andorra even existed until I got my hands on a large,…

[Continuing the shameless recycling of my “Don’t Go There” series while I drink wine and sleep late, the Monaco installment was written after an October 2003 visit where we were made to feel like lepers, criminals and gypsies. If you enjoy this, don’t miss my “Don’t Go There” reports on…

[Continuing the reuse of my “Don’t Go There” series, the Naples installment was written while I quietly whimpered in a corner of my hostel in November 2003. Unlike Berlin, Naples has apparently gotten worse in the interval since I visited.] I’d initially only intended to stay in Naples long enough…

In the timeless, venerated tradition of writers reusing their own material when they’re jammed with work, super hungover or just don’t feel like it, I’m rerunning a short but popular series from my travelogue entitled “Don’t Go There.” Chapter One, “Don’t Go to Berlin,” was written after a disagreeable visit…