Transatlantic Summons

It's May again and as I studied anesthesia yesterday morning I began my second annual "it's time to go to Europe" phase. I don't suppose it's necessarily ingrained in me, this strong May desire to be in Europe. It's probably just that I know I went to Europe once two years ago, and had a pleasant enough experience to want to return.

Riding the subways, roaming the cities with my brother, the tunes played before announcements in subway stations, staying in an apartment in Berlin and walking solo through that part of the city (kind of unwise), riding the funicular to the top of a ridge near Zakopane, Poland (just my brother and I), listening to the Takacs Quartet in Budapest, talking to three Polish youths (okay, it's kind of an unflattering picture) about religion - it was a good time.

Europe beckons - perhaps I shall return.