If It's Tuesday, It Must Be ...

New country, new continent, new time zone.

In a Marriott that could be anywhere in middle America, complete with double beds (ack), after a short but hot (as in stuffy, not stiffy) flight in ... coach. Oh how the mighty have fallen.

The big corporate dinner was in the hotel sports bar and consisted of a bowling-pin-bedecked table of chafing dishes filled with burgers, fries, fried mozzarella, and chicken wings. I thought I died and went to Cheers. Geez, all I wanted was a hot frankfurter. I'm not sayin' ...

Here's the deal. If I'm gonna be in a foreign country, I want it to at least seem a little different. Maybe like this, or perhaps this.

Oh well, another meeting in 7 hours.

Gute nacht.