A season of changing my mind

On adjustments and indecision, Venice's new entry fee, revisiting the Titanic and newly-observed American habits

“Evenings and weekends I worked on re-Americanizing myself. I had half-forgotten how to live in my own country while I spent one fourth of my life blundering around Afghanistan. In my absence everything had changed just slightly—the slang, the food, the music, the clothes, the drugs, the etiquette or such potsherds that still remained of it… Coming home…