One of my very best friends is a Brit living in Melbourne; we met in Osaka. Another of my very best friends lives in Canada at the moment, although she usually lives in South Korea. And then there’s the one from Toronto who I met on the East Coast, who now lives in Paris. And the other, who lives in Portland some of the time, or was it Toronto, or was it Milwaukee? And how about the girl who lived in the Netherlands, and then Spain, and then…I love having all of these wonderful friends around the world, the ones who travel and write me letters telling me of their adventures. They’re the kind of women who learn new languages, earn fantastic degrees, have interesting jobs, play instruments, and write books. They’re the kind of women I can call up on any given day and say, “Do you want to go to Romania with me?” or “Do you want to meet me by the Seine?” or “Do you want to go to a strange art exhibit in Kobe?” and they’ll say, unequivocally, “Yes”.