There’s something about the rooftops in Europe that just feels like home. Part of it is the clay tile that you find around the continent. Every village has some variation of red or green tile somewhere. It’s a pattern replicated on the Playmobil toys sets of my childhood. Spending a year in Europe at age 5 made a deep impression on me. Looking across the rooftops of Venice I could easily live there. It’s a good feeling to realize that you aren’t locked in to one place, or even one country.