Our tour guide, Philip, was not the slave driver we all expected from a Welshman. (I have no idea what that means.) He even played Tom Jones for us. But this is the first break of the whole entire trip. I couldn't find it again if I wanted to, as there were a lot of twisting towns in Toledo, but there was time for a Coke, and yes, it does taste the same.

This was the first time I talked to Augustus, a writer from North Carolina. But don't hold that against him. He kept trying to take my camera, and he finally admitted to being a kleptomaniac. You meet all kinds...