I've got itchy feet. I always have. Five years ago it got so bad that I had to leave my native Canada for Europe, where I spent 3 years learning Italian, serving delicious English cuisine (it exists, it really does) to hungry scholars, and studying design and communication techniques from Dutch and Spanish masters. Two years ago I came back across the pond to spend a minute in San Francisco. I'm happy here for the moment, but who can tell where I'll be off to next?