There’s Nothing Like International Business Travel
So much fun. Twenty hours of planes, trains, and automobiles to make it to beautiful Nantes, France. Never have a people been more talented at making one feel inferior and stupid then the French. It’s my own fault for being born an American I suppose. Aside from that it’s great. That and the fact that my pc crashed at boot-up and my work phone died (don’t even get me started) this morning after working great for a full 16 hours. At least my hosts are friendly. If not responding to multiple emails asking for help in trip planning or even just confirmation that they know I am coming, could be considered friendly. I guess maybe in France that probably is. The wine helps though. A lot.