I discussed it here intermittently all summer and any poor bastard/bastardess that crossed my path in the terrene world couldn’t get me to shut up about it. I was suffering from writer burnout. I didn’t want to write about Italy. I didn’t want to write about Spain. I didn’t want…

Immigration officials at Heathrow Airport do not like to hear the words “Well, technically I’m homeless.” [See the full “What I’ve Learned” list here. Start at the bottom and read up.]