What I did on my holidays

Still jetlagged several days after arriving home, I’m beginning to suspect the symptoms might be more than just physical. The impact of a trip like that has hit me hard and I just hope I haven’t kicked off some early mid-life crisis, with ordinary life appearing very uninspiring now that I’m back at work.

To explain, I’ve just had a month of concentrated sensation, travelling through most of Italy, some of Switzerland, and a little bit of the United Kingdom, inhaling art and a good deal of second hand smoke.

I’m not even going to begin to put down a comprehensive report of what I saw, what I did and what I thought of it all. The very idea makes me tired. Except to say that my belief that art is a noble calling, and needless to say, a worthy and meaningful way to spend one’s short life, was confirmed with interest.