Flying into Milan yesterday, I watched as the plane flew over the channel and across the French border. I have never noticed how beautiful the French countryside is from above, a big patchwork of browns and greens stretching before you. It was a lovely, clear sky, and thus I could see for miles. It really was a beautiful sight.
Arriving in Milan and a 40-minute train ride into the centre of town, I made my way to the Windsor Hotel, which was very nice and, despite its name, not very British. I spent most of the evening in the bar with one of the sales guys from our Italian office. Usually, these trips are pretty lonely as I arrive late and am holed up in a hotel room until it’s time to get up and make a meeting, taxi or office. This was nice, but I still managed to get to bed at a decent time last night to make this morning’s meeting.
