Rick Steves, plus the Great Fast begins

That's right, I'm headed for the back door.  Finally got all my stuff packed.  It took a few Big Belly Slams on the bag to get the zipper closed.  Yes, that's TP you see on the left hand side.  You can thank my buddy Rick for that suggestion.  Bonus European gift to the first commenter who can name the hidden book tucked under the travel guide.  

In about five hours starts the Great Fast.  While it pains me to give up the complimentary airline-rehydraded Swiss Steak, this is supposedly a great way to circumvent jet lag.  It's an experiment in the power of food -- sixteen hours of starvation will purportedly prime my biological clock for a reboot upon my next big meal.  I'll be dreaming of scones and tea from 30,000 feet!