After thirteen days, four Italian cities, three flights, three ferries, two trains, an island, and a strike (which led to a night in Terminal C of Hotel Aeroporti), I'm back in New York City.
It's just so damn good to be back home; where there's water pressure. And washcloths.
When I get over this jet lag, I'll share the over six hundred photos of numerous churches and museums with their masochistic/pornographic adornments and countless broken penises.
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You can make a show of it using one of our computers when you come out for Monday's barbecue! Yay! :)
P.S.--bring the bf, if he's around.
Welcome back! Did you get me a Vespa scooter?
600 photos, Nice. Can't wait to see them :)
Welcome back!
-jason smith
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