I know which flight is mine, but I just can't seem to move from this spot looking at the screen - smiling to myself at this new normal.I was in Germany a few weeks ago and back again last week. Its an unusually busy travel period for me right now, but with end in sight. On the upside, tonight I sat at dinner in the small German town of Bad Rothenfelde, with two colleagues from Romania, two from Switzerland, and myself. I'm always a bit of the outsider in these scenarios, to which I never mind. We discussed the blessings (and challenges) of being parents, the culture of our common company, a bit on what to know about Turkish liquor, a particular lesser known but undeniably wonderful Romanian wine, and a small island off the coast of the Italian 'heel'.
Not bad for one night's conversation. Not bad at all. Danke.
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