My kitchen this week has been limited to what I can forage. The Austrian spa hotel where I am staying has a fantastic kitchen, I am sure. The food has been great. But I miss my morning smoothies. I miss my reading and writing from the comfort of my bed with a big mug of coffee, prepared just the way I like, served in a tall, half litre size. That hour I get every morning to start my day is like a life saver. When I travel, I am forced to tread water, luckily I am fairly good at that.
However, I cannot complain. If you choose well, your time at this meeting can be wonderfully spent, both professionally and personally. Blocks have been built into the agenda to enjoy the spa, nearby skiing or whatever else you choose. Two luxurious mornings, back to back.
First night here, (I did not cook this in a kitchen), but it was wonderful. I’ve had fish every night and even the buffet quality has been nice.
Everyday this tray is re-filled with little sweet apples.
From home I picked up a few comforts while packing. Some Easter chocolates that were for the those who hid the eggs, and a piece of coral from the Baja. I find it important to visually remember some of my best days, even when I am far away from them.
Unfortunately, I came down with a cold on the second day. In order to sleep well and be present and attentive in the working day, I had to resort to the “scorched earth” policy. That meant gathering a variety of cold medications from North American attendees. This is a global meeting and you can end up with packages of stuff written in different languages. It is a walk on the wild side to treat yourself that way, (yes spoken from experience). On top of the heavy meds, I got a couple of different tonics. One standard vitamin C effervescent, (which I like and could drink every day), and the other a combination of herbs that I find strangely appealing. (Most other people have thought the smell very strange). I’ve been sipping the mystery herbs 2 to 3 times per day and I like it. Not sure exactly which combination was the trick, but I am slowly getting better. Or at least, I feel better under the influence of all this stuff. Will see if the cold is still roaring underneath.
I’ll be standing in my home kitchen Friday night, pretty jet lagged. My husband will likely have booked a dinner out, forces me to stay awake long enough to switch back to Vancouver time. If I get the chance to recline my body, I’m done for, fast asleep.