Obviously you have yet to make the trip. Did someone tell you about it?
I first began my journey atop a mountain near Jerusalem, praying to God, asking his forgiveness for the Saracen blood spilt by his sword. Next, I saved a fatherless beauty from the would-be ravishing of her dreadful Turkish uncle. In Greece I spent a year in silence just to better understand the sound of a whisper. I am the seeker of serenity, the protector of Italian virginity, the enforcer of our Lord God, the one, the only, Gonzo for Cuonzo.