I've been back from India for about month now, and am feeling more conflicted than ever. So, following the usual tradition of confused Jewish college students, I head to the Holy Land.
My train left Como this morning, speeding south on its way to Perugia. I transferred in Milan and again in Florence, but chose to stay on the train, preferring the quiet solitude of a small town over the bustling cities.
Valletta is a gigantic peninsula-shaped stone that juts out into the bay. It almost has the feel of walking the length of a massive ship, albeit one lined with handsome British tea houses, Italian cafes, and roman ruins.