I love Italy. I love the people and the piazzas. I love the food and, as far as I can manage it, the language. I love the history and the culture. We’ve been here four times in the last ten years and will probably come back very soon. However, right now, at this moment, I’d pay serious money for a Wendy’s drive-thru bacon burger, fries, a coke and the surly kid that hands it to me. I’m a North American – and it’s time to go home. Besides, I’m starting to look like my passport picture.