Gawd Bless Blighty

Ahhh approaching 30, one year to go. Lovely, the amount of alcohol summoned in this body over tha last 15 years is so vast that if I'd walk into a liquor shop they would sell me as a Chateau d'Drunk, aged for 29 years...

Well, back to the relevant and less relevant.

Landed in Rome after a very pleasant stay in Barcelona. Immediately got ripped off by a cab driver (how can I not have learned after so much time?) who took me for a 15 EUR ride to my hotel that was 2 minutes walking away... Gotta love the expense account in these situations :-)

New hotel, new cab to a new office to pick up my bloody boxes. Pffff. 1st evening in Rome was as romantic as can be. Dined alone on a plastic table watching drunk Welsh rugby fans in town for the Six Nations tournament sing 'delilah'.) Tears in my eyes.

Rome day two was, as is customary, spent working in some manner whilst drinking coffee and being in the sun as much as possible. Evening two (Friday) was way better spent in Testacchio at a class restaurant in good company. Testacchio is by the way the party area in Rome so of course we went to have a few beers at an odd club.

Well then, weekend in Rome. Sun, check. Food, check. Drunk Welsh, check. Random shopping crushing budget, check. Work, check...WTF? Yes, unfortunately Saturday included a fair. Not so bad at all had it not been for the fact that during the time I sweated smiling at people, Liverpool crushed Man U and I missed it. Tears in my eyes again.

Another fab dinner was however included Saturday night, I am now officially a risotto junkie.

Sunday in Rome was very much like Saturday, save work. Went to Olimpico to see Lazio being battered against Chievo. Learned some new ways to curse in Italian...

Following a rather successful meeting Monday and an even more successful dinner it wass addio Roma for a train to Florence. Figured I might dig up some random business there but ended up riding a bus around town and sitting in the sun for most of the day. Not so bad.

Late arrival to Milan to start the final chapter of the Eurotour. In short business went well, food was great, saw a woman piss herself in the metro, dined with old colleagues, and I was well happy to finally get on the plane back home. Bless old Blighty.

All wiped out the weekend I apparently missed one hell of a party Saturday night. Not good. This weekend my parents have been here to celebrate their degenerate offspring. More fine dining, the Lion King musical and watching Sweden play really well against Portugal yesterday concluded a nice weekend.

As a birthday present to myself I am booking a trip to Colombia to see my sister in May. Happy Birthday to me :-)

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