It is a strange, strange place to have Christmas. Although I did attend midnight mass at St. Paul’s. If every mass included a full brass band, a grand organ, a boys choir, fanfare to end most ‘hymns,’ and witty British canons, I might go to masses more often.

In other news: THANK YOU for my awesome Christmas presents, those aforementioned potentially life-altering gifts. I am now preparing to make the Italians ‘real’ pasta (the kind that is shaped in rings, drenched in sauce, and in a can). Their minds will be blown by the sheer magnitude of greatness.