After enjoying the first day of Autumn in Buenos Aires (a city that is definitely growing on me as you can imagine from this view), I took a late flight with my clients to Sao Paolo - scheduled to start our second workshop at 8:30 a.m. the next morning.
Landed after midnight and still managed to be stuck in a Sao Paolo traffic jam. Checked-in just before 2 a.m. to a room in a very nice hotel with the noisiest minibar in the history of mankind. Switched rooms. Slept well and deeply four hours. Five minutes into my hair drying at 7 a.m. the hotel-provided dryer konked out. Nearly 30 minutes later, all was repaired and I dashed to the restaurant for a quick breakfast.
There, a smiling, enthusiastic Maitre d' followed me personally around the buffet to explain the lovely traditional Brazilian options. He obviously didn't realize that I genuinely do not care to speak before my first cup of coffee (especially on a bad hair day with sleep that could only be described as a nap) which he was delaying. Yet somehow in the extravagance of his effort, I started to smile. Had a great cup of coffee alongside his suggestions. And really enjoyed the rest of my day.
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