So, all those years I was travelling for BMGF I used to feel sorry for those businessmen who had to get on a new plane every day. Now I know that the whole things slides by in a state of numb exhaustion, until getting on a plane at the end of a day is no different from hopping in your car for the commute home, except home is another totally incomprehensible European hotel where the only way to turn on ALL the lights in the bathroom is to find the "General" switch located somewhere in the opposite corner of the bedroom.
Now, enough with the complaining. In the Milan office they have this amazing vending machine that's like a mini Starbucks. You can get anything you want from espresso to mocha, up to and including a macchiato. You can even control how much sugar it puts in. So far, the Milan office has also catered in the best lunch, but in Dusseldorf they took us out for dinner (one of the rare nights we didn't have to hop on a plane) and I got the "slaughter plate" (an assortment of fresh sausages that was almost too adventurous for me to eat, but I managed it with a little beer), and then we walked along the Rhine. Paris and Toulouse were delightful (we managed to get an early enough flight out of Toulouse just in time to see the sun set over Notre Dame as we ate dinner in Paris), and I got to spend much of the weekend in Rome, so city hopping aside, this has been a pretty amazing week. Pictures when I can find the energy to dig up my card reader.