In my brief experience overseas, I can definitely see the ugly American alive and well. I have spent the last 15 months living in Italy. Not in a dorm room, not at a school, not on a base, but in an apartment in the middle of town. I don’t claim to know everything about the culture, about the people, about the land; for that is far, far from the truth. However, in my 15 months here, the ugly American has met up with me several times. In every city I have been to there have been Americans w...