To Sum Up the Sites and Views of Italia...

"What is that?  How do you get there?"
"You can't get there.  Somebody lives there.  That's their house.  They live there."
"Bitter?"
"You don't have to throw it in my face, Italy.  Right in my fucking face."

Goodbye Germany, for now, for good?

I speak German exceptionally badly.  This departure comes with a certain level of relief.