Vacationing (and working) on the Continent. I just like calling it that.

On Sunday, I'm going to London for work and then spending a weekend in Switzerland. I am so excited - the thought of traveling alone in a country where I've never been and don't speak the language (German; although assuming/hoping most speak English) doesn't worry me at all. In fact, the only thing I'm worried about at the moment is how I'm going to squeeze 9 days of clothes into my suitcase.

And it was almost even worse - the CEO wanted some awards to arrive in London for a meeting, so I offered to ship them. He had the nerve to suggest I just pack them in my suitcase. To which I had to tell him, "do you want me to leave my shoes at home? Because it's awards or shoes." He decided shipping them was the best option. Exactly my point.