After the bombing in Manchester the other night, after a concert at an arena, I had a couple friends express their concern for me. I heard them, and I'm not taking this lightly, but I'm not changing my plans; if the performers change their plans, that's another story. I'm not terribly brave, and I don't think I'm a fatalist, and I'm not naïve, but I do think traveling and experiencing new and different things is a powerful balm for the hate and vitriol that is out in the world. I want to go to Barcelona, London, Amsterdam and Paris and meet people, see things for myself, and, maybe, let them see that Americans are not just what is shown on television. That may happen, it may not, but I won't know unless I go. So, check here for updates. In a month, I will be in Edinburgh, visiting a college friend and eating vegetarian haggis (well, that's still up for discussion) and maybe trying on kilts. By the time I get to Edinburgh, I will have been to Barcel...