Europe by the numbers
This trip is getting a bit old. Since I was a child, I have always tried to break tedious experiences down into ordered lists. Things I've done, things I need to do, that sort of thing. Like riding a motorcycle 600km in one day: After the joy and pleasure wears off, and you're just riding along, I would count cars, play the alphabet game, that sort of thing.
So this trip, while full of variety and interesting people, has hit the Alphabet Game , or rather, the Numerology Game. On the way back from yet another customer meeting today, this time in northern Bavaria, I started a small and meaningless catalogue in my brain.
So for my own edification, here's the tally:
It's been 13 nights away from home with 7 to go.
It's been 9 cities with 2 to go.
It's been 7 flights with 5 to go.
It's been 8 hotels with 2 to go (counting my lovely sister's accommodations)
It's been 5 trains with 9 to go.
It's been 7 meetings with 4 to go.
It's been 4 currencies with 1 to go.
It's been 7 shuttle buses with [unknown] to go.
It's been 13 taxis with [unknown] to go.
It's been 8 restaurants with [unknown] to go.
It's been 2 lost bags and 2 found bags.
It's been one funeral wake, one 1st birthday party, one disappointment, one triumph, many unknowns and...well...not so far to go.
I can say please, thank-you, black-tea-with-sugar, goodbye, and hello in Swedish, German and Finnish except you can't say please in Finnish because the word doesn't exist.
So you raise your eyebrows and smile. {8o)
[Picture: Nurnburg Spital in the alt stadt, dating from 1486, apparently]
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