Yet another week-long trip to London for work. Long work days as usual, but this time any exploration time was cut down by the fact that I was quite sick for most of the time. So not much exploration this time around.
I have always been fascinated by space. Ever since I was a little kid, I could stare for hours at images of galaxies, nebulae, and star clusters. I truly identified with this:
Without a wish, without a will
I stood upon that silent hill
And stared into the sky until
My eyes were blind with stars and still
I stared into the sky
The Song of Honour, Ralph Hodgson
Living in a ski town means winters are the busy/high season. Lots of snow, people, traffic, energy, and powder fever. After a long (and still continuing) winter, we usually try to go somewhere warm in April, for a change of scenery and pace. This time we got lucky since there was a family medicine conference in Maui that provided the exact number of CME credits that Geny needed for the year. So she signed up for it and off we went.
If there’s one word to describe the 2010-2011 ski season in Colorado, it is EPIC. Record snow throughout the season resulted in too many powder days to count. Earliest ever openings for most lifts and terrain. By the end, it was hard to get motivated to go skiing unless there was 6 inches of new snow on the ground.
It’s winters like these that make it worthwhile to live in a ski town.
Work again took me over across the pond, this time to Utrecht in the Netherlands and Madrid in Spain.
After being away in Paris and London during my birthday, we decided to do a quick weekend getaway to somewhere warm. Tickets to San Diego were cheap, so we jumped on them. Stayed on Coronado Island. The weather was warm, the food was good, and a very relaxing weekend was spent.
Working for a French company has its perks. For instance, when working on a project requires a trip to headquarters. So it was that the day before my 36th birthday, I was on a plane flying east over the Atlantic. The plan called for meetings in Paris for 2.5 days, followed by 2 days in London.
Moab was what had drawn us west from Chicago back in 2002, and after a 1.5-year hiatus, we decided to return once more in early November.