Having spent seven days in the UK, I am now an expert on the place and can give you detailed answers to any question.

I love the place more than any other country that does not start with United and end with America, and it’s not just because I can read the menus.

It’s like a step-brother who lived in a different city, and you corresponded all your life before you finally met. When I walked into my favorite pub and the publican said “It’s the American!” I felt like I was home, and also knew that I was home.

Two days in London, which wasn’t enough, then up via train to Suffolk to a small town on the sea. If you’ve seen the movie “Yesterday,” – it’s about the only man in the world who knows the Beatles – you’ve seen the area; the writer of the movie lives in the town and much of it was shot around the area. (He was at the pub on Oyster Night at the adjacent table with his wife, a broadcaster who is also Sigmund Freud’s great-granddaughter.) Had terrifying drives down 1 1/2 lane roads, ambled through the paths to the sea, drank all the local ales – there’s a marvelous brewery in the town across the river, which you get to by rowboat (1 pound per person, and there is often a dog in the prow), climbed the lighthouse and learned the lore of the signals from a tour guide who is also a BBC comedy writer, and so on.

If you have no pressing questions, I’ve one for you – is there a place outside of America where you feel instantly, absolutely at home?