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I'm just assuming this is what Frankfurt looks like, I have to trust the internet on this one. Right now I'm sitting in a hotel somewhere outside of Frankfurt, Germany. I arrived last night around 10pm and came to my hotel. Since P&G offices are always located outside the main city- I won't get to see the city at all, I leave tonight after my meeting this afternoon.

When I was younger, I thought those jobs that had lots of travel involved sounded intriguing and glamorous. Intriguing? Maybe. Glamorous? Hardly. I think it would only be glamorous if you had a private plane to fly you around. I won't attempt to downplay the fact that my job gives me lots of great opportunities. Sometimes the travel is exciting, but sometimes it seems more like a hassle. Last night I left my flat around 4:15 for a flight to Frankfurt leaving at 7:05. The flight is only an hour but the traffic to Heathrow (the cab driver must enjoy alternating between slamming on the gas and slamming on the brakes), waiting at the gate, and waiting on the plane is a lot of build up for a short distance to go. Darn the English Channel. Plus some lady was letting her toddler squeal like a 16 year old girl the entire time.

I'm not really complaining here, my point is just that it's not as exciting as it might sound. But hey, now I can say I've been to Germany and I have a new stamp in my passport. Maybe the next time I come it will be for a Friday meeting so I can stay on the weekend and see a few things. Although, when I get off the computer I'm going to walk up to a mall and check out the stores full of consumer packaged goods. Man, am I cool or what?