3 March 2008
Before too long, the dynamic duo was on the road again to do a another coupon guidebook, this time in the UK, starting north in Scotland, working our way south. We were lucky to be in Glasgow for the Orange walk, a Protestant tradition in celebration of William of Orange's victory in 1690. While morning, most of the participants looked to have been up all night in preparation for the glorious occasion. With a marching band to bolster their fraternal bond, it was clear that crossing the street at the wrong time could be particularly hazardous. Some had passed out, slumped down, backs to the wall, one having come to rest in a puddle of the result of having pushed the limits of both cognitive and urethral capacities, trickling out over the curb.
Once we got down to Manchester, I had decided that the whole point of making money was to be able to spend time with loved ones. So I left to take my kids to on vacation to Prague and Hungary via overnight bus and train before returning to another job to update guidebooks in Paris, Nice, Geneva and Monaco. The French have an expression with roughly translates to 'empty your bag'. After weathering the storm from the client venting, they end up being more open to suggestion since you put up with their rant. Ever hear of the salesperson's salute? It's a gesture implying that you let something fly right over your head. Maybe it was energy from the fountain in the middle of the lake, or the surrounding mountains, or proliferation of new age book stores, but the last day in Geneva, even though the Swiss were thought to be the toughest to deal with, I set a record in new contracts signed, having dug down and shifted into another gear.
Monaco's founder, Francois Grimaldi, referred to by the Italians as 'The Malicious', dressed as a monk to lead the capture of the fortress in 1297. A logical haven for the rich and infamous, with extensive security measures in place throughout, the same family, still in power today, a shining example of the acquisition and retention of wealth, is well set to keep it that way.
The first cold autumn rain to fall on the restaurant terraces of Nice, was like a curtain ending the tourist season. The heavy faces of those whose earning potential had just cooled down with the air temperature seemed to convey a feeling like Mother Nature had just pulled the plug on the sunshine and replaced it with the local expression for a cow flaunting its urethral capacity. Yet this was but a prelude to where my next job had me headed to; Scotland.
May you bask in the glory each moment can offer,